"Understand? Of course I don't, Tristan Grayson. If it weren't for you, why would any of this be happening?" 'If it weren't for Tristan Grayson, why would her own son be afraid of her? Why wouldn't he recognize her?'
Seeing how agitated Mika was, Tristan quickly tried to explain, "Mika, that's not what I meant."
"Then what did you mean? Tristan Grayson, this is my son. The son *I* gave birth to. I have every right to take him now." As she spoke, Mika bent over and started to unbuckle Kiki's seatbelt.
Tristan's body ached, his heart ached, and his head ached.
'Seeing her like this, how could he possibly entrust Kiki to her?' Tristan opened the car door and quickly got out.
Mika had already pulled Kiki, whose eyes were red and was trying not to cry, into a tight embrace. 'He's my son,' she thought. 'I have to take him with me.'
"Mika, you're scaring Kiki," Tristan said in a low voice, walking toward her.
