"Big boys aren't supposed to cry. You're sad for your mommy, aren't you?" Yuri Sinclair knelt, asking the little guy in front of him.
Gordon nodded and obediently wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.
"I want Daddy and Mommy to be together, but I'm scared Mommy will be sad. She's so sad. She should be the bride."
'Even a five-year-old can see things so clearly. How can I, a man in my thirties, stay so fixated on this?'
Suddenly, he scooped up the little guy, asked room service to keep an eye on Ashley Bowen, and then rushed out of the hotel with the boy.
'I have to stop this wedding! I have to give her a chance!'
However, just as he and the child stepped out of the hotel, a room service attendant called him, saying that Ashley Bowen was holed up in her room alone, crying her heart out.
He rushed back, still holding the child, and the room service attendant handed him the room key.
The moment he opened the door, a muffled, intermittent sobbing reached his ears.
