Jeremy, sensing an opportunity for some quality family time, suggested a change of plans for breakfast. "How about we eat out this morning as a family?" he asked Avery, who had been standing in the kitchen, ready to begin her morning cooking routine.Mia's enthusiasm was immediate, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "Hurray!" she exclaimed, her voice bouncing with delight. "Can we go to the pancake house?"Jeremy chuckled at his daughter's eagerness. "Why don't we let your mom decide?" he said, glancing at Avery.Avery, despite recognizing the value of family time, seemed hesitant to venture out into the world. "It's a good idea, but I'm tired of bumping into people who seem determined to upset me," she said, a weariness in her voice that spoke of her thinning patience.Jeremy, sensing her reluctance, offered a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, we won't run into anyone who'll bother you," he said, his tone confident and soothing. "I'll make sure of it. We'll choose a quiet spot, away

Jeremy arrived at Blue Silver Entertainment Company, his mind already fixated on the conversation to come. Ignoring the hustle and bustle of the building main entrance, he made his way to Jefferson's office, his footsteps echoing through the empty halls. Having learned from their past oversights, the security guards at Blue Silver Entertainment Company had long ago learned to recognize Jeremy's familiar face. In their eyes, he was no longer an outsider, but a friend of the Jefferson, a friend of the company, and thus, they afforded him the respect and courtesy he deserved, allowing him to pass unhindered into the company wherever he arrived.Jeremy's heart was racing with a mix of anxiety and fury, he didn't bother with the formalities of knocking on Jefferson's office door. Instead, he burst through the entrance, his concern for his family's safety overriding any sense of etiquette. His words came out as a demand rather than a question, sharp with urgency. "Jefferson, what's going

Jeremy cast a worried glance at Avery across the dinner table, his instincts telling him something was amiss. Avery, usually the picture of cheerfulness, seemed distant and preoccupied, her gaze focused on the plate in front of her. Jeremy knew his wife well. She was not one to wear her emotions on her sleeve, preferring to keep her feelings hidden beneath a mask of positivity. And yet, something about her countenance that evening had him on edge. After finishing their meal in near silence, Jeremy cleared his throat, determined to break the ice. "Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice gentle but firm. "You seem distracted tonight." Avery quickly composed herself, her lips twisting into a forced smile. "Oh, it's nothing," she lied, her voice light but strained. "I think I'm just a bit stressed from the day's activities." She avoided Jeremy's gaze, knowing all too well that her husband's piercing eyes could read her like a book. He could always tell when she was lying, and she cou

Avery let out another harsh laugh, her eyes hard as they darted from Edith to her son, then back to Edith. "You do realize the implications of this, should it turn out to be false?" she asked, her tone dripping with skepticism.Edith, her face now contorting into a mask of tears, replied in a voice that shook with emotion. "Why would you think I'd lie about something as serious as this?" she asked, her eyes welling up with tears. "Why should I deny my son the right to know who his father is?Avery took a long, deep breath, her mind spinning as she considered Edith's responses. She could see the carefully planned display of emotion, the well-rehearsed lines, and yet there was still a small part of her that wondered if it could all be true."If this is true, then why did you choose to tell me and not Jeremy himself?" Avery asked, her tone still laced with skepticism. "And why did you wait twelve years before showing up again?"Edith's expression hardened as she tried to maintain her com

Jeremy's mind was filled with the thought of finally meeting his father. the man who had abandoned him and his mother all those years ago. The anger and resentment he felt at the thought of being in the same room as the man who had caused them so much pain threatened to consume him, but he knew that he couldn't back out now. His mother had raised him to be a man of his word, and he couldn't dishonor her memory by breaking his promise.As he turned his gaze towards Avery, peacefully asleep beside him, Jeremy felt a surge of determination in his heart. In the dim light of the room, her features were soft and gentle, reminding him of all that he held dear."I'll do anything for you and Mia," he whispered. He leaned down and brushed a tender kiss against her cheek before climbing into bed beside her, allowing sleep to envelop him.Throughout the night, Jeremy suffered from haunting nightmares that replayed the heartbreaking events surrounding his mother's death. In his dreams, he recall