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    But Collin wasn’t just focused on the boy. His thoughts shifted to Zenia—the little girl he had met three separate times. There was a chance she was his too. Gorman’s earlier words felt like they were designed just to get under his skin.


    Zander kept turning the blocks in his hands, his fingers clumsy with tension. Then he shot to his feet and blurted out, “I’m going home. Mommy’s probably worried.”


    Collin stood slowly, his voice calm and deliberate. “I’ll give you a lift.”


    Zander recoiled at once. “No, thanks! I can do it on my own!” Collin didn’t say anything, but his eyes stayed locked on the boy, which only made Zander feel more on edge. That soft, unreadable smile stayed on the man’s face, and Zander couldn’t figure out what it meant or what to do next.


    His mouth mped shut, and the tightness around his jaw made it obvious just how nervous he was feeling.


    In a gentler voice, Collin spoke with care. “You’re not just bright—you’re one of the sharpest kids I’vee across. That’s exactly why I want to meet your mother. I’m curious what kind of woman raised someone like you.”


    A flicker of anxiety crept into Zander’s eyes. There was no way he would let that bad man anywhere near his mom. She would get upset again. He couldn’t let that happen.


    “No!” he yelled, and before anyone could react, he dashed out the door. For a moment, Dustin didn’t budge,pletely thrown off. Then he finally turned and said, “So… what do we do now?”


    Collin, unfazed, gave his answer without hesitation. “Go after my son.”


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    That caught Dustin off guard. “W-we’re really doing that?” he asked. “Didn’t you say earlier that we should give the kid his space?” His expression never shifted.


    “That was before I was sure,” Collin said, his voice steady. “Now I know the truth. That boy is Linsey’s and mine. I need to see her. I need to hear it from her.”


    Without saying more, he headed for the door, a few of his men falling into step behind him.


    Dustin stayed back only a second longer, trying to process what was happening. He couldn’t afford to miss this. He needed to see the truth for himself.


    He broke into a jog, catching up quickly, all the while wondering if what they suspected was real. Had Linsey already been carrying Collin’s child when they divorced four years ago?


    If Linsey had truly been pregnant back then, there was no way Dolores—her closest friend—didn’t know. Still, Dolores had never said a single word to him.


    That silence stung more than he expected. To Dolores, it seemed Linsey always came first.


    Trailing behind a small child wasn’t exactly a challenge. But the moment they spotted Zander climbing into a taxi on his own, Collin blinked in disbelief.


    Meanwhile, Dustin’s reaction was much louder. “Wait—your four-year-old just gged down a taxi? What kind of genius-level kid does that?”


    With his eyes locked on the taxi ahead, Collin allowed a quiet smile to stretch across his lips. “The kid picked that up from Linsey.”


    The silence that followed was brief. When he finally looked down, he murmured, “She must have gone through hell these past few years.” Given the choice, he would have preferred Linsey had leaned on Gorman during her time abroad. Bringing two children into the world and raising them alone could not have been easy.


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