The wailing of the siren indicated the police had arrived, yet these women did not stop.
They were part of a local women’s society that fought for women’s rights. Tatiana was quick to find them since they were trying to reach Maya to help her get justice.
When Tatiana saw how determined they were, she decided to give them a chance. It wasn’t a bad idea after all, as Mason was finally reaping what he had sown, feeling the pain he had inflicted on Maya over the years.
If these women could make Mason understand what it felt like to endure nine miscarriages, they would gladly do it.
The police managed to separate the vicious women from Mason, but they didn’t stop until one of the officers fired a shot into the air.
The woman who seemed to be their leader sneered. “If we hand this wife-beater over to you, you’ll just release him. Let us deliver justice!”
“And you’ll end up in jail!” the cop yelled back.
“Do you want a beating too?” another woman asked with a cold glare, a frying pan hanging over her shoulder. Her dog, which had bitten Mason, barked after her words.
The cop swallowed and looked down at Mason, who was on the brink of death. He was unrecognizable as he lay in a pool of his own blood.
“Killing him like this won’t be the right thing to do. I understand your anger, and I assure you he won’t get off scot-free. I promise,” the cop assured them.
“He is a murderer; he killed nine children. I hope you understand that and make sure he rots in jail. If he doesn’t, we’ll come for you, and I’ll cut off your dick myself,” the leader of the women warned, raising her hand to signal the end of their mission.
The police immediately called an ambulance and took Mason away.
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[NEXT MORNING]
Tatiana didn’t know if she was staring at the television or if the television was staring at her.
‘Dylan.’ That name kept ringing in her head. She hugged her knees closer to her chest, staring like a lost sheep.
“Maybe I should go talk to that Mr. King. How could he be punishing her this way? This isn’t right at all. I understand he might be angry, but it’s not my baby’s fault either,” Catelyn complained to Jolene as they both watched Tatiana from a distance.
“I never thought it would turn out this way. I hope he contacts her soon. It’s been over 24 hours,” Jolene mumbled.
—
“Don’t you think you went too hard on her?” Hudson asked over the phone, his voice evident with worry for Tatiana.
“You know how hard I can go if I want to,” Cassius replied.
“It’s not her fault she ended up like that. You know her background. She’s had enough of what the world has thrown at her, and instead, you’re adding more to it…”
“Are you going to keep scolding me, or are you going to tell me my schedule for today?” Cassius interjected, and they discussed for a while before ending the call.
“Mum and Grandma call me Knight, Jojo calls me Little Lion, everyone calls me cute, and now you’re calling me Little Man. There are so many titles; my little head can’t take it,” Dylan’s tiny voice pierced the air in the dining room.
“You bear those names because they suit you,” Cassius replied. One thing about Dylan, he talks a lot.
“What about you? Do you have titles?” Dylan asked as the maids served them breakfast.
“Everyone calls me Mr. King,” Cassius responded lightly.
The maid let out a secret smile; she had never seen her master’s mood lighten up before. She was in charge of Dylan’s care.
“What does Mummy call you?” Dylan asked curiously.
“Mr. King.”
“It does sound cute when she says it.”
“It isn’t proper to talk while eating,” Cassius said, and Dylan obediently stayed quiet and began to eat.
Cassius’s mind drifted to Tatiana’s expression as she pleaded not to take Dylan. His anger might not be subsiding, but when he saw her yesterday morning, he felt guilty for his actions, if only for a moment.
He pulled out his phone and saw the chaos in the media-obviously, his little rebel was behind it. He wondered what she was doing. Was she okay?
He went to his messages and, surprisingly, saw nothing from her. Hudson’s words echoed in his head, and he began to text her.
—
Tatiana, who had been acting like a ghost in her home, hugged the pillows in her arms tighter.
Jolene brought her a cup of Catelyn’s special coffee. Tatiana drank without a word.
“Are you seriously going to keep acting this way?”
“It’s been more than 30 hours,” Tatiana mumbled, staring into space.
“Then text him.”
“He’s an asshole.”
“That’s it, I’m going to talk to that Mr. King!” Catelyn exclaimed, heading toward the door.
Her phone beeped at that moment, and Tatiana suddenly let out a scream, causing Catelyn to stop. A smile crept across Tatiana’s beautiful face.
“He said I can come see Dylan now!” Tatiana jumped off the couch and excitedly rushed to get dressed.
“Great! I knew Mr. King wasn’t a bad guy,” Jolene chuckled.
“Well, he is,” Catelyn said, folding her arms with a small frown. She missed Dylan too.
It didn’t take Tatiana five minutes to finish dressing.
“Bye!” She stormed out before the two women could say a thing.
Jolene got a call from Parker and learned that Maya had woken up from surgery.
—
It had been thirty minutes since Cassius texted Tatiana. He was currently reading a children’s novel to Dylan when the doorbell rang.
The butler went to answer it, allowing a figure into the mansion.
Tatiana’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of Cassius and Dylan together. It was a scene that stuck in her mind. They both sensed her presence and turned to look at her.
‘Did she fly?’ Cassius thought in surprise. It should have taken an hour to get here, but she made it in thirty minutes.
“Mummy!” Dylan exclaimed excitedly and ran to hug her. Tatiana crouched down and poured kisses onto his cute face. “How have you been?”
“Cool! I’ve been such a good little man to Father,” Dylan grinned. “This place is awesome! Father and I watched some movies last night. It turns out Father loves the same cookies as me.”
Tatiana looked at Cassius behind him and then back at Dylan.
“That’s great. I’m glad you like it here,” she said, ruffling his hair.
“Go play for a while with Mrs. Tessa, Little Man. I need to speak with your mother,” Cassius’s voice came from behind, causing Tatiana’s face to drop slightly.
A middle-aged woman took Dylan and led him to the garden. He seemed to enjoy the place and followed her without hesitation.
“He’s quite lovable, isn’t he?” Tatiana broke the silence as Dylan left, her expression serious.
“I must say, you’ve done a good job raising him,” Cassius remarked, and Tatiana scoffed.
“And yet you hired a nanny for him? How considerate of you, Mr. King,” she said, her voice tinged with annoyance.
Suddenly, he grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. Tatiana gasped at the unexpected action, meeting his beautiful blue eyes. They weren’t cold, but they weren’t soft either. His face was so close, and his amazing cologne filled her senses.
“Do you hate me?” he suddenly asked.