"Father!" Roman exclaimed, his face lighting up with joy the moment he saw Damian. He ran toward him and hugged his leg, a wide grin spreading across his face as Damian lowered his umbrella to shield him from the harsh sun.
"Where's Mama?" Roman asked, pulling back slightly while still gripping the fabric of his father's trousers.
"Your mother is at home. She sent me specifically to bring you back," Damian replied. "Let's get in." He placed a firm, protective hand on the boy's head, guiding him into the car before handing the umbrella to the bodyguard who had accompanied him in place of Maurice.
As the father and son settled into the car, Roman began excitedly recounting his day at school. He pulled his art book from his satchel and flipped it open.
"Look, Father. I drew us. You, me, and Mama," Roman said, pointing to the scene he had sketched of the three of them standing in front of their home.
