In the photo, Reese stood at the lab door, sunlight catching her profile, her lips lifting into the faintest smile.
It was almost blinding.
After a moment, Sebastian picked up the office phone.
“Boss?”
“Brady, send someone to the old house to bring Robbie. And find out where my wife is staying—fast.”
Sebastian’s voice was quiet, but there was no hiding the anger simmering underneath.
Reese had really gone too far this time.
She’d blocked his number, and even Brady’s, for days now.
He got it that she was mad about the whole courtyard house situation. He’d bring Robbie himself to BlackOak and get her back.
She could ignore him all she wanted, but there’s no way she’d ignore her own son.
Sebastian canceled his evening plans and drove to BlackOak with Robbie. He parked by the curb, got out, and lit a cigarette.
“Dad, are we really here to bring Mom home?” Robbie rolled down his window and stuck his head out.
He didn’t want Reese to come back. When she was around, she was always on his case about everything. Since she’d been gone, he’d finally gotten a taste of freedom.
“Yes.It’s time she come home,” Sebastian replied, his voice cold.
Robbie pouted and was about to roll the window up again when he suddenly perked up.
“Mom!”
He might have liked Sofia better, but he still couldn’t help smiling when he saw Reese.
Sebastian paused, following Robbie’s line of sight.
Reese was just leaving a restaurant with a little girl beside her.
The girl was carrying a bag from Robbie’s favorite snack shop. Reese bent down to say something, her face soft and gentle.
Before Sebastian could react, Robbie had already flung open the car door and dashed over.
“Robbie? What are you doing here?” Reese’s smile faded as soon as she saw him. She realized she hadn’t even thought about her son in a long time.
“We’re here to take you home,” Sebastian said, flicking his cigarette into the trash and following after him.
“Robbie’s about to start first grade. Grandpa wants him home so we can look after him. If you come back, you can help him with his homework and take care of him,” Sebastian said, glancing at her stomach. “You should take a break from work, focus on your health and Robbie. After the baby’s born and Robbie’s settled at school, you can go back to work.”
Reese’s mouth twisted into a sarcastic smile. “You can hire a tutor for Robbie. As for the baby…”
She gently touched her belly, remembering what George had told her. The divorce wasn’t finalized. Sebastian couldn’t know about the miscarriage yet, or that she had proof he’d used her as a surrogate.

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