The cries did not stop. Not in the courtroom.
Not during the drive home.
By the time night fully settled across the city, both the Ravenscroft mansion and the Vale estate had become prisons of exhaustion.
Because the children would not calm down.
At the Ravenscroft mansion—Vivian sat on the nursery floor barefoot, emotionally shattered, trying desperately to soothe the baby in her arms. Her biological son.
But the child screamed endlessly.
Tiny face red. Body trembling.
Stretching his little hands toward emptiness like he was searching for someone else.
Searching for Isabella.
Vivian's tears had dried hours ago from sheer exhaustion.
Nothing worked. Not rocking .Not feeding.Not lullabies nor even toys.
The moment she carried him—He cried harder.
And somehow that pain cut deeper than the DNA results ever did.
Sebastian stood nearby loosening his tie tiredly while the nanny paced helplessly around the room.
