Byron tightened his arms around Maeve, his heart feeling like it was bound tightly by countless threads, constricting further with each of her sobs.


    "I''m sorry," he said, his voice hoarse. "I shouldn''t have said those things that frightened you."


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    After venting for a while, Maeve felt much better. She just needed an outlet for her feelings.


    Even though it had taken four years, she had never forgotten that painful past. Now that the misunderstanding was cleared up, it felt like a heavy stone had been lifted from her heart. Maeve nced at Byron''s expensive suit, wrinkled and stained with her tears and snot. She said defiantly, "Even if I ruin your suit, I won''t pay for it."


    Byron looked down at the damp spot on his shoulder and chuckled softly. "It''s its honor."


    Maeve smiled.


    After washing her face, Maeve and Byron returned to the dining room.


    Will immediately sensed something was off between his parents. It was as if the barrier that had been between them had suddenly disappeared, closing the gap between their shoulders. His eyes brightened as he noticed Maeve''s slightly reddened eyes. His expression turned serious. "Dad, did you just make Mom cry?"


    Byron nced at Maeve, not denying it.


    Will frowned. "As a man, how could you bully the most precious woman in the family? A real man should be graceful and intelligent. That''s what you taught me, Dad."


    "I have already apologized to Mom," Byron replied, his cool demeanor softening a bit. "Recognizing one''s mistakes is important, right?"


    Will reluctantly nodded and then turned to Maeve, who was trying to stifle herughter. "Mom, did you forgive Dad? It''s okay if you haven''t. I''m on your side."


    Byron''s jaw tightened. That little brat was really good at charming his mother.


    Even if Maeve still felt a bit upset, Will''s support made the storm in her heart dissipate.


    "Thank you, Will. You''re such a good boy," Maeve said, leaning down to kiss his little cheek. "Seeing you makes me happy."


    Will still wasn''t used to such intimate interactions, but he learned to mimic her and returned the kiss.


    The warm harmony between mother and son left Byron feeling a pang of bitterness as he watched from the side.


    "Are you going to keep eating here, or should we go home and wait for me to cook?" he asked.


    Maeve and Will both turned toward him and said in unison, "Let''s go home."


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    Not even a bit afraid, Theo-replied, "You''re basically an adult close to a hundred years old. How can you bully a little kid like me?"


    Byron was stunned. "Who taught you that math? Is there a rounding system like that?"


    "I taught myself. Isn''t it impressive?"


    "Yes! Since you''re almost thirty this year, I won''t cook for you. You''re on your own."


    This time, Theo was left speechless. "You''re so stingy."


    Byron chuckled lightly. "What''s surprising about a near-hundred-year-old man being weak and petty?"


    Before their yful argument escted, Maeve quickly picked up Theo and turned to Byron. "Go cook for us. We''re hungry!"


    Byron didn''t know that Theo was actually his biological son. If he had, he would have punished Theo.


    Thinking of that, Maeve suddenly shivered. She hadpletely forgotten to tell him about Byron''s identity.


    Now that the misunderstandings were cleared, her initial concerns had faded away. The only thing she worried about was Jason. She feared that what Will had gone through might also befall Theo.


    "What are you thinking about?" A low, maic voice pulled Maeve out of her thoughts.


    She looked up to meet Byron''s eyes and instinctively averted her gaze.


    "Nothing." Maeve shook her head. "I was just thinking about wanting some spaghetti bolognese. Can you make that?"


    Byron raised an eyebrow. "Never made it before, but I can give it a try."


    He picked up the ingredients and headed to the kitchen, taking Will