"Dylan is my son! My only son!"
Kiya looked at Paige, harboring hatred in her heart for this woman. When this woman divorced back then, she hadn't left either of them a single way out.
Dylan was clearly his son, yet this woman had made the whole of Abyanabad believe Dylan was some bastard child.
How could there be such a mother in this world?
Selfish, cold-blooded, heartless!
"Kiya, I advise you not to take Dylan to the funeral. You should know your mother's temper. Even if Dylan goes, he'll be thrown out." Paige said coldly.
"…"
"If you insist, I agree to let Dylan go pay respects to your father. But it cannot be public, only in private."
"Fine! I'll come pick you up three days from now." Kiya compromised.
"No need, my Brother will take us to your father's cemetery." Paige didn't want to have any more contact with him than necessary.
"Three days from now, I'll come pick you and Dylan up." Kiya's attitude was extremely firm; after throwing down this line, he left.
