Lucian stood in the doorway while his eyes are fixed on the young boy seated on the edge of the bed. Despite Liam's confusion of what was happening around him, the boy still seemed calm, his wide eyes . Lucian felt an inexplicable connection to the child, a strange sense of admiration that he couldn't quite place.
The moment he saw Liam back at the village, he had been mesmerized by the boy's striking blue eyes, a vivid reminder of the first time he saw Isabel. Those eyes, so similar to hers, had caught him off guard. Yet, unlike Isabel's golden locks, Liam's hair was dark, likely inherited from his father. Yet again, the thought of Isabel having someone else's child angered him once more, but despite his fury, he couldn't bring himself to direct it at the boy.
Suddenly, Liam stood up, b
