?


    N paused, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before she said, "Because of me? That''s impossible."


    Five years ago, Gabriel had confessed his feelings for her, but that seemed like a lifetime ago.


    Now, he had a family with Jane and even a child.


    How could he possibly still have feelings for her? She didn''t think herself attractive enough to make him leave Jane.


    "I''m just repeating what I heard. Don''t take it seriously," Vrie said. "Who knows what''s going on in his head? Maybe he just doesn''t like Jane anymore and is using you as an excuse."


    "Hmm. Alright, I''ve got to go. I have an experiment to prepare for," N said.


    After ending the call, N didn''t dwell on Vrie''s words. Instead, she set her phone aside and focused on preparing theb equipment for her experiment.


    ...


    News of Gabriel''s divorce had reached Damon, who sat in his office on the top floor. His sharp eyes narrowed, and his entire demeanor turned icy, radiating danger.


    It seemed Gabriel was preparing to take direct action against Prospectus Technology.


    "Mr. Sumner, Gabriel returned the gamingpany to the Wilkie Group as part of the divorce settlement," Spencer reported.


    Damon''s expression remained impassive. "Let''s wait and see what his next move is."


    "Understood," Spencer replied.


    ...


    Later that evening, N brought up the divorce news with Damon on their way home.


    "I heard about that," Damon said, gripping the folder so tightly his knuckles turned white.


    He chose not to tell N that Gabriel''s real target was her, sparing her unnecessary worry.


    Noticing Damon''s somber expression, N asked, "Is something wrong? Is thepany facing issues?"


    "No, nothing to worry about," Damon replied, his voice calm and reassuring as his gaze softened toward her. "Really?" N asked, seeking confirmation.


    "If there were any problems, I''d still be at the office right now," Damon answered.


    N nodded, relieved. "That''s true."


    When


    arrived home, Mason ran


    up to them, a drawing in hand.


    "Mommy, look! I drew a


    look! I drew a picture of


    the three of us today!"


    of us today!"


    N bent down to take the drawing, smiling as she saw the stick figures of a happy family holding hands.


    "It''s amazing, sweetheart!" she praised, kissing his cheek, her voice filled with warmth.


    Mason beamed with pride and rushed to show his drawing to Damon, who also praised him.


    Mason''s grin stretched from ear to ear as he announced, "I''m going to hang this in my room!"


    N chuckled. "Alright. Mommy will help you put it up after dinner."


    "Thanks, Mommy!" Mason chirped.


    During dinner, Lydia mentioned that Mason''s teacher had shared news about a parent-child sports day at schoot on Friday. The teacher had requested that both parents try to attend.


    Turning to Damon, N asked, "I can take the day off. Do you have time on Friday? If not, I can go by myself."


    "It''s my first time attending my son''s sports day. Even if I didn''t have time, I''d make time," Damon replied.


    "Okay, I''ll make sure to request leave," N said.


    After dinner, N went upstairs to help Mason put up his drawing, while Damon headed to his study.


    et


    Once seated, he called Spencer. "Reschedule Friday''s meetings to Thursday and send any urgent files to my office in the next two days. I need my Friday cleared."


    "Understood. Is there something specific nned for Friday?" Spencer asked.