Dane Silverback closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, he shot Lady Adele Fangblade a pleading look.
"Adele, please. Not in front of our son."
Lady Adele Fangblade smirked. She tilted her head to the side and scrutinized the elder man before her.
"Do you still need to pretend in front of him? Dane Silverback, he is twenty-five years old."
Dane's eyes drifted toward the man on the bed. Ronan had never appeared so weak before him. No, that was inaccurate. He and Ronan used to have a good relationship with each other. Dane adored Ronan. He was always there to wipe little Ronan's tears and tucked him in at night.
And then his marriage was destroyed and Ronan never again looked at him the same way. Dane knew that he messed up, but he could no longer change the past. Even though he tried his best to make up for his past mistakes, everything was already too late. The hurt already happened, the betrayal could never be erased.
