Chapter Fifty-one

[Lucien’s POV]

I had thought about it again and again, and although I was sure that our lives would never remain the same if Nivera should have the child, I also somehow knew that it would be worse if she never had the child.

There I was, sitting in the park, and just then, a boy of around seven years old ran up to me smiling, exposing his missing front teeth and he handed over to me a loose kite.

I stared down at it, wondering why he had decided to approach me of all people. I never had a smile on my face and no one ever spoke to me first and avoided me as much as possible. I knew what he wanted and not saying a word, I helped him out with the kite so he could fly it properly then handed it back to him.

“Thank you,” he said, then turned around and left.

I stood up from the bench and walked to leave the park, not knowing why I had come there to think of all places, knowing fully well that there would be a lot of people around since it was a sunny Saturday, which was also the day Niver