The Love that Never Really Dies

“I’m sorry, Mommy was a little under the weather last night, so Daddy had to go take care of her and couldn’t come to see you. Will you forgive Daddy?”

Guilt and regret welled up inside of Sebastian as he stared at Matteo’s completely unamused expression.

Matteo was Sebastian’s son. But last night, when Sasha fell sick, Matteo resorted to approaching another man for help. What did that mean?

It undoubtedly meant that he had failed Matteo as a father, and had failed to give him a sense of security to the point where he didn’t even consider the option of asking Sebastian for help.

And it was clearly all Sebastian’s fault.

Matteo’s cold expression didn’t change.

His usual bright, smiley disposition was nowhere to be found as he glared at Sebastian, letting go of the door handle and going back into the room.

His heart skipping a beat, Sebastian followed his son into the room.

“Matt, Daddy is very sorry. The accident this time is all Daddy’s fault.”

“So? Can you take back the hurt you caused Mommy?” Matteo finally spoke. It was hard to believe the small five-year-old boy sitting on the bed was capable of saying such cold, blunt words.

Sebastian’s face fell.

Matteo was very different from Ian. They were both smart, but under Sebastian’s careful nurturing, Ian had retained more of his childhood innocence.

was extremely, if not overly mature for

survive in a foreign country? Did he take up the responsibility of becoming the man of the

if an icy dagger had stabbed through

to slap himself across the face right

has already been hurt. But Daddy wants you to believe me when I say that from today onwards, as long as Daddy is here, no one will be able to hurt any of you,” Sebastian swore to his son, the

completely honest, he just needed to say those words for

Matteo was finally starting to show some

Sebastian apprehensively, recalling every wrong

decided to take

too?” Matteo mumbled,

today: stay at home and

grew firmer as he talked to Matteo, his gaze becoming sharp and haughty

That’s right.

the king of this whole city. Those people don’t

have no idea what’s

son, Sebastian

Sasha was not to be

was already past eleven in the morning

high fever, blinking blearily as

is this