Chapter 88
Voicing out his concerns.
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She had never tried to force anything on her son.
Alistair had always been the one who would let her know that something was wrong, so this was new. For her to notice something was off made her proud, but the small side inside of her knew that she had only managed to catch something because it was weighing so much inside her head.
Even now, with his hands holding hers, as if afraid of letting her go.
“Alistair,” she whispered, smiling at him. “Want to tell me what happened?”
The child had been more hesitant than he ever was. To understand that Roseanne wouldn’t have done something like that, and he had suspected her of it bothered him more. Alistair was the voice of his mother in the capital—well, his father more than him. They were adamant
