Wrapping an arm around Kane, he took the mug of milk from Philip.
Philip frowned. "Daniel… right now, you shouldn't—"
"I'm fine, Philip," Daniel cut him off.
"Okay, okay. Just stay here. I'll go downstairs to get you some medicine!" Philip still looked worried. He hesitated for a moment before finally stepping into the elevator.
Kane lay in Daniel's arms, feeling safe and warm.
But that sense of comfort didn't last.
"Rai, you know that Auntie Chantelle is your Mommy, don't you?"
"I..." Kane was stunned after hearing his father's question.
How was he supposed to answer that? Should he say yes or no? He had no idea how much Daniel actually knew, so he stayed silent, hoping to use it to his advantage.
Daniel gently smiled. "Daddy's very happy that your Mommy is still alive."
Daniel gently ran his fingers through his son's hair, cradling him into his arms affectionately.
