Beyond the Divorce

After some thought, I began, "Mr. Donovan, the reason I came today is to bring your grandson back to your family."

My statement was like a sudden thunderclap, shocking the old man and Annika into stunned silence.

Donovan scrutinized me up and down, as if he wanted to see through me, trying to understand my intentions. It was as if he perceived me as a conniving woman using the child to extort them, and he was on high alert.

"What do you mean? Grandson? Where did this grandson come from?"

Annika also wore a face of skepticism, finding it hard to believe what I said.

I had to smile again and nod solemnly to assure them that they didn't mishear.

Then I said, "Absolutely, without a doubt, he is your grandson. To be precise, he is Arton's son."

"What?"

suddenly while looking at

now considered me

not the child's mother. You're thinking too much." From her tone, I could just tell that she insinuated that I was too good to be

a bit excessive. She

surprised, pointing at me and saying, "What's going

somewhat puzzled. I couldn't figure out if he were happy or

confidently and said, "Yes, the boy is Arton's son. You

phone, opened the photo gallery, and handed it to

all taken when he visited Pleca Park. He was at his happiest, and his adorable expressions were captured perfectly. In

genes. With his look, there was no need for a DNA test. He resembled

phone. When he saw the pictures on the screen, he was

seen this expression on her father's face. She was more nervous than anything else. She quickly supported her father, calling