Chapter 97: He Has a Plan
"The locket..." Talia patted her chest to enable herself to speak further.
"The locket Cyrus gave me...it has an ultrasound image of a fetus possibly eight to nine weeks... It was behind another picture and I didn’t...have the guts to look at the locket till now. I’m sorry... But... Cyril, he knew... Cyrus knew..."
Talia couldn’t hold back her tears anymore and closing her mouth to not let out a sound, she sobbed.
Cyril tried to take a step forward but he staggered hearing what she said and his hand holding the phone dropped to the side.
What kind of twisted fate is this? He only knew about his nephew three years back and she had the opportunity to learn about it earlier and she didn’t bother to?
But that’s not more important. My brother knew he was going to be a father? So Camellia lied, again?
That’s not important either.
If Cyrus knew, why didn’t he talk about it even to us, his family? Why did he keep it a secret? It’s not like our family would have refused to accept his decision.
Brother! What were you hiding?
"Uncle... Uncle... You’re hurting me," the little boy tried wriggle his hand out of Cyril’s hand and only then Cyril realised he’s squeezing his hand and let go of his hand hurriedly.
"I’m sorry," he ruffled his hair with a slight smile and he could feel his face twitch.