Ana's POV
A cold shiver ran down my spine as I let out a bitter laugh.
My frustration had been building steadily—not just from yesterday's events, but from countless disappointments before.
My tone remained calm. "Hughes, understand this—I'm leaving your father regardless of what happened yesterday."
Watching Hughes Collin freeze, I felt my heart soften slightly, releasing a quiet breath.
His wide, innocent eyes mirrored the baby I once knew. I couldn't stop myself from cautioning, "You have allergies to certain foods. Watch what you eat."
My words came gently, my features soft and fair with timeless elegance.
Speaking to Hughes now, my expression grew even more tender, like delicate brushstrokes on silk.
I hesitated briefly before forcing a smile. "I won't be here to look after you anymore—you'll need to manage on your own," I continued.
