Todos los capítulos de THE BOY WHO COULD BEAR AN HEIR : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 115

Zayn came home later that evening,as he stepped into the living room. The quiet was unusual. Then his eyes fell on the couch. Lucien was sitting there, bent forward with his elbows resting on his knees. His hands covered his face, and his whole body shook slightly. “Lucien?” Zayn’s voice was soft but carried worry. Lucien raised his head slowly. His eyes were red and swollen from crying. Zayn didn’t waste another second. He crossed the room quickly and crouched in front of him. “Lucien, baby, what is it? What happened?” The moment he spoke, Lucien broke. He reached forward, hugging Zayn tightly, pressing his face against his chest. Sobs slipped out, muffled but raw. “Hey, hey,” Zayn whispered as he wrapped his arms around him. He rubbed Lucien’s back in slow, comforting circles, his lips brushing his hair. “Calm down first. I’m here. I’m here.” It took a while, but slowly Lucien’s cries softened. His breathing evened out though his face was still wet with tears. Zayn

It was the weekend, but the Kinsley mansion didn’t feel lively like it usually did. The laughter that often filled the vast halls seemed absent. The warmth that once surrounded the family table had grown cold. Zaylien, after having breakfast, had gone straight up to his room and didn’t come down for lunch. Now it was already dinner time, yet there was still no sign of him. Lucien sat in the sitting room, his hands folded together, his eyes fixed toward the staircase. Every minute, his gaze drifted upward, hoping to see his son descend. He wanted to see him eat, laugh, or at least say something. But Zaylien never came down. Lucien’s chest tightened with every hour that passed. He had always been sensitive to Zaylien’s moods, and this distant behavior had been eating him alive for days. Tonight, he could not take it anymore. His son was growing colder, shutting them out. Something had to be done. At that instant, Lucien made up his mind. It was time to reveal the truth. He had been

Lucien woke up slowly, He stretched his arms lazily, expecting to feel the warmth of Zayn beside him. His hand touched only cool sheets. He frowned, rolling over and finding the space empty. “Where did he go this early?” he mumbled to himself, rubbing his eyes. With a sigh, Lucien pushed the blanket aside and got out of bed. He padded toward the bathroom, brushing his teeth, splashing water on his face, and staring at his reflection for a moment. His hair was a mess, his eyes still sleepy, but there was a small smile tugging at his lips. Today was special. Not just any day—his birthday. His and his twin’s birthday. That thought made him chuckle softly. After washing up, he headed out, his bare feet brushing against the cool floor. He walked straight to the calendar hanging on the wall near the dresser. His eyes landed on the red circle he had drawn days ago, with a little heart beside it. “Finally,” he whispered, his smile growing wider. He touched the date with his fing