Chapter 672
Chapter 672:
He kept Truett in his arms for hours, even through lunch, unwilling to set him down. Nestled against his chest, Truett seemed calmer than usual, happily fiddling with Wesley’s shirt buttons for what felt like forever.
Maybe that was the invisible thread between father and son.
From her seat nearby, Gabriela watched with a tender ache, warmth stirring in her chest even as a pang of sadness slipped through.
Later, Farley simmered a gentle pot of vegetable porridge, and once Truett’s small belly was full, he drifted into peaceful sleep. Wesley still clung stubbornly to Truett, refusing to let go, until Farley finally remarked with quiet firmness, “Keeping him in your arms like that while he sleeps will hurt his spine p>
The words hit home, and Wesley loosened his grip at once.
Once Truett was tucked into his crib, Gabriela and Wesley stepped out into the damp evening air beyond the villa.
The breeze carried the clean scent of rain as Wesley laced his fingers through hers. They circled the lawn in silence again and again, his steady presence grounding her.
While they walked, Gabriela broke the hush. She told him how she had hidden away in the countryside to give birth, desperate to avoid him, and how, when the hospital demanded the father’s signature for her C-section, it had been Farley—calm and unwavering—who signed in his place.
After the baby was born, she confessed, fear had shadowed her every step—at first terrified Brenden might discover the secret, and later haunted by the thought of the entire Moss family uncovering the truth.
𝖣𝗈ո’t 𝘮𝘪sѕ ո𝖾𝘄 r𝘦𝘭е𝘢𝗌𝘦s 𝗼𝗻 ѕ.c𝗼𝘮
When Wesley pieced it all together, the thrill of knowing he was a father dimmed, replaced by a heavy ache for the helplessness Gabriela had endured.
He clasped her trembling hand and said firmly, his voice steady, “You don’t need to be afraid anymore. I’ll see to it that both you and Truett are acknowledged by my family p>
Gabriela lingered in silence, her gaze flickering with indecision, until at last she drew a breath and steeled herself. “Wesley… there’s something I have to talk to you about p>
His eyes softened as he leaned closer. “Tell me p>
Her lashes lowered, voice quiet but deliberate. “For the time being, I intend to keep Truett’s identity a secret from the Moss family—even from Loretta and Miriam p>
Fear gnawed at her that if Wesley were gone, the Moss family would swoop in and steal Truett away.
Against Okburg’s most powerful family, what chance did an ordinary woman like her have?
Wesley, reading the dread in her eyes, let his fleeting joy drain away.
The thought of Gabriela struggling to raise their son alone pierced him with guilt.
He reached for her hand, voice steady with resolve. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll make sure you and Truett are never separated p>
If his illness truly proved incurable, then before death claimed him, he would set every safeguard in place—so neither Gabriela nor Truett would ever fall prey to the Moss family’s cruelty.