Chapter 40


    Reyna Cruz:


    “Have you taught him anything at all?” Hunter grunted, eyeing me as Turner locked himself inside.


    Polline and Mrs. Sparrow had alsoe upstairs after hearing our banging on his door. I was


    annoyed at him for questioning my upbringing again, also indirectly calling Turner mannerless.


    “Have you not taught your son to take ountability for his own actions?” I countered, asking his


    mother the same question. Hunter red at me while I turned my attention to the door again,


    knocking to make my son hear me.


    “Turner! Please open the door, baby, I feared he might be crying inside.


    “This is how you messed him up.” I then pped Hunter’s chest without even acknowledging him


    and grunted at him. He red at me again before stepping up to knock on the door.


    “Kid!” he had to close his eyes to say that word. At least he looked guilty after realizing Turner


    wasn’t lying when he called. him his father. “Daddy wants to see you.


    My body shuddered at the word “daddy, but I kept a different expression on my face.


    “Go away! I don’t have a daddy, Turner finally responded, but the broken voice from him made my


    suspicionse true. He was crying inside.


    “Kid! You cane talk to me; I am your grandmother, Mrs. Sparrow stepped between us and


    gently tapped her fingers on the door, using the softest tone.


    It’s crazy how people treat their own blood, their own kids, and then someone else’s kids. Just


    because I was someone else’s daughter, she used to treat me so horribly.


    “You didn’t like my mother either. I have only one mother and a grandmother, Polline. I don’t know


    anyone else, especially those who think my mother is a bad woman,” he yelled from the other side,


    giving me the idea that he wasn’t only hurting for himself but also at the fact that these people


    would never apologize to me for doing me wrong.


    “That’s not true. We have no problem with each other, right, Reyna?” I don’t know how delusional


    Mrs. Sparrow could be, but she looked my way expecting I would agree with her. I didn’t react. In


    fact, I folded my arms over my chest and turned my face to the other side.


    “I can break down the door,” Huntermented, talking in whispers to himself as he began to take


    off his jacket.


    “Don’t touch my property, I will—I grunted, getting on my tiptoes to look him in the eye and warn


    him.


    “Or else! What can you do?” Hunter squared up, cing his hands on his waist and hunched over


    to hint that I was shorter. than him.


    “I will kick you out of my ce,” I hissed.


    “Huh! Look at your size and then mine,” he took a step closer, and my body meekly retreated.


    “This is a good way to tell your son that his parents are having a war outside his bedroom. Finally,


    someone sensible. Polline spoke up after staying in silence for too long.


    “I understand that you two want to spend time with him, but we cannot avoid what he wants in the


    moment. It’s clear that he doesn’t want to see any of you. Please, consider his health and return to


    your royal mansion. Let the kid heal first before he gets dragged into his parents‘ war, she stated,


    eyeing me to step away from Hunter, so I did.


    Hunter didn’t look too pleased as he stayed put. It was Mrs. Sparrow who held his arm to take him


    away from us.


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    There was an awkward silence as they walked downstairs, and we followed them. I was still in fight


    mode, fists clenched, and hands on my waist.


    As we approached the exit. Hunter stopped and turned around to look me in the eye, ordering,


    “Office tomorrow or else you are fired.”


    I gasped at his ignorance of my desire to take some days off to spend time with my son.


    “I told you that I want to spend some time with my son,” I muttered, my jaw dropping as he


    shrugged and rolled his eyes at


    me


    “So what? Wishes can’t always be met. I wanted to spend time with my son as well, did it happen?


    Nope!” he pouted ignorantly.


    “Oh, you are so petty,” I hissed.


    “And if you are thinking about begging my friend to give you time off, save it. I will still kick you out


    because the deal is that I am your boss, and that gives me the authority to fire you from the project


    you are working on with me,” he was so cunning, ensuring he had every angle covered.


    I only nodded my head as I understood he was doing this out of spite. He left to his car with his


    mother, who had been. silently sobbing all this time. Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.


    “Asshole!” I grunted, mming the door shut.


    “Reyna! I don’t think he will let it go for too long. Very soon, he will make sure that he gets to spend


    time with Turner. What will you do then?” Polline followed me upstairs to speak to Turner,


    “I don’t know, Polline. It will be the worst nightmareing to life. And not only for me, but my son


    doesn’t want him around either anymore, I sighed before clearing my throat to use a much different


    tone with my son.


    “Turner! You cane out; they are gone now,” I knocked very gently on the door, and finally, he


    opened the door. As he did, he openly poked his head out to look around and make sure Hunter


    and his mother were not around. He then sped out and hugged me, making me kneel over and cup


    his face in my hands.


    His eyes were red and swollen. I knew he had been crying in there.


    “I don’t want him around again. Even when I heard his voice, I remembered his scolding. Turner


    threw his little arms around my neck and got himself cozied up in my arms as I carried him up.


    “I won’t let hime near you again, I will make sure of it,” I made a bold statement, though deep


    down, I was worried that what Polline said about Hunter not letting go for too long might be true. I


    knew him from the past, and I understood what he was capable of. He was a stubborn and arrogant


    man. If he wanted something, he would get it no matter what