Chapter 222

Luke’s small footsteps echoed with cheerful rhythm, while Roman stood frozen, watching that tiny back retreat into the distance. His heart screamed, aching to shout the truth—that Luke was his flesh and blood. But the words choked him, swallowed by bitter reality.

Gideon glanced over his shoulder, giving a single nod. A quiet reminder that he had given Roman a chance—and that was all he would get.