Chapter 29

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Third Person's P.O.V

"So, you're telling me that me that she's dating that Logan Hunter guy? Wow, she doesn't waste time," Leo snorted derisively.

At his words, Bryce's foot stepped harder on the accelerator of his Ferrari. The image of Aubrey and Logan embracing each other was imprinted in his mind and he couldn't seem to stop thinking about it. It bothered him to the point of insanity and he knew exactly why.

He was undeniably and irrevocably jealous. That much he knew and damn had he wanted so badly to ram his fist so deeply into that bastard's face it would have required surgery to remove the it.

Despite himself, he sniggered inwardly at the thought.

"So, that Mitchell guy is a great lawyer, right?" he smoothly changed the subject.

Leo tsked. "The best in the whole state. With him you're more than guaranteed to win." He remained quiet for a second then spoke up. "Umm, Bryce?" he said hesitantly.

"Yeah, Leo?"

"Are you sure you really want to do this? You want to take a child away from his mother?"

Bryce was rendered speechless. He couldn't formulate a proper sentence in response to Leonardo's question because he wasn't so sure he wanted to really follow through with his threat. At the time, upon finding out about Israel, it had seemed like a great idea, but now it was a seriously bad one. All he had managed to do was push Aubrey further away from him and right into Logan's arms.

But wasn't his anger justified? What Aubrey had done to him was terrible and it drove him to tears just thinking about it.

Maybe she had her reasons for doing so? I mean, I never really gave her time to explain...

Who was he kidding? No reason would be good enough to him.

"Of course, I'm sure I want to do this, Leo. I want my son," he affirmed confidently. "What do you think about that?"

Leo huffed. "Well, I think you're being a total asshole, to be honest. Aubrey made a mistake, Bryce. We all do. I know you still love her, let's be real here you never stopped, but why are you hurting her? All you're doing is pushing her away from you and it's getting more impossible to get her back by the second. Why won't you just talk to her, as in an actual conversation? In the end, both your stupidity will only end up hurting the kid." He voiced in one go, then inhaled and exhaled deeply afterwards.

Bryce cut the engine as he had arrived at his desired destination. He had been driving in circles around New York but in the end decided to just go home. It had been a long day for him.

"I hate it when you're right, Leo. I really do," he admitted, laying his head on the steering wheel.

Leo laughed a throaty, arrogant laugh. "I am always right. You should know that by now."

Then the call came to an end. Bryce disconnected his phone from the car's system and began to go through it. He noticed he had several calls from Tatiana, his office and two from his home line. The ones from Tatiana were probably her just trying to call him out for leading on then rejecting her earlier. The ones from his home line, he had a vague idea as to what they were for.

He exited his car, made sure to lock it, then advanced into his large house. At the door, he was greeted by the always stone faced yet efficient butler, Lyman.

"Good evening, sir," he chanted and gave a slight nod.

Bryce gave him a nod too. "Hi, Lyman. Make sure Edwin takes my car into the garage," he said, giving Lyman the keys to his Ferrari.

"Sir," Lyman piped, stopping Bryce from entering the mansion. "You have some guests. They said you'd been expecting them."

He didn't bother to reply but simply brushed past Lyman and got into the grand foyer. He paused once again. "Where are they?"

"In the guest lounge, sir."

Bryce practically made a break for it and arrived in the room approximately 5.01 seconds later. And when he got there, his knees failed him once his eyes landed on the little boy that sat on one of the leather couches.

Time seemed to slow down. Israel sat there, totally oblivious to his father's presence and grinning at the moving pictures on the huge flat screen television that sat on the wall. The same couldn't be said for the woman sitting next to him. She stood up slowly when Bryce walked in.

"Mrs. Whitlock," he spoke in acknowledgement but his eyes were fixed on his son. He couldn't quite believe that he actually had a child.

She smiled at him, but it wasn't sincere. Bryce glanced at her briefly because it was hard not to. The woman was an older version of Aubrey, only with wrinkles and slightly greying hair.

She looked down at Israel, "Izzy, someone wants to meet you."

The little boy finally tore his eyes away from the screen and they found their way to the only person in the room he didn't recognize. He too, stood up slowly and then took precise steps towards Bryce. Once right in front of him, his hazel orbs meshed with his grey ones.

"Are you my daddy?" he asked defiantly, his words coming out coherently.

Bryce crouched down to his level, and gave his hair a ruffle. "That I am."

Israel just blinked; his face expressionless. "Where's my mommy?"

Both Mrs. Whitlock and Bryce looked at each other then back at Israel, gob smacked by his level of maturity. The kid definitely didn't beat around the bush.

Mrs. Whitlock sighed. "Izzy-," she began but was cut off immediately afterwards by Bryce.

"Okay, kid, your mommy isn't here but I promise you that you'll see her tomorrow. How does that sound?" He said softly, smiling at Israel. The little boy's face broke into the wide grin he had before.

Bryce stood from his crouching position, and gave Israel another ruffle. "Why don't you go to the kitchen and grab a snack." Before he even finished his sentence, Israel had already dashed out.

"I thought you said that you were going to get full custody from Aubrey. What's this about you two meeting up with my grandchild tomorrow?" Mrs. Whitlock inquired, crossing her arms over her chest.

Bryce plopped down onto the sofa adjacent to the fire place. "About that, I don't know if I still want to do that. I mean, the kid needs his mother, right?" he exhaled, rubbing his temples.

Mrs. Whitlock's eyebrows shot to the roof. "Are you kidding me? She didn't even tell you she had your child and dumped him, and you're saying it's fine? Mr. Roberts, I think you're underreacting," she spat bitterly and it didn't go unnoticed by Bryce.

"I've had a change of heart, and so should you. She's your daughter, for God's sake! Don't you love her?" Honestly, didn't this woman have any compassion?

She scoffed, and turned to leave the room. "I know I didn't raise her to be an irresponsible tart. She's a bad mother and deserves to have her son taken away from her."

With that, she swiftly sauntered out of the room without batting a lash. Bryce was left wondering why Aubrey and her mother had such bad blood.

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