Divorced Heiress
Chapter 71

Tristan played carefree with the new toys my father gave him, so oblivious to all the problems that surrounded him, it seemed unfair to me that he was constantly in danger at such a young age. I, more than anyone, knew what it was like to be in danger at such a young age, that was why my parents did everything they could to keep me away from my family name, but I didn't want that for my son. Vincent remained silent since I finished telling him what happened with Alexander, I gave him all the details and invited him to be present in the conversation I would have with Alexander and my father in a few minutes. I just hoped that my father would finish his conversation with the collaborators so we could meet in his office.

-You know, you did well to think first about the well-being of your son and put aside all that resentment towards Alexander, even if only for a moment. After all, they have something that unites them and that is that wonderful child. Paul and his mother are ambition personified and that is very dangerous. Still, you know that you have my support and my time. I am at your disposal twenty-four hours a day.- Vincent said, trying to hide it with his serious expression, but I knew very well that he was as worried as I was, because the information that the private investigator gave us was just a taste.

I didn't know what we were supposed to do to end this before the situation worsened. We didn't have enough evidence to file a report. I couldn't wait for my father to finish his "brief" conversation with Alexander and Julian, I was getting desperate from overthinking. Although I had taken the time to inform Vincent, and obviously he was surprised to learn that my father knew everything and even more than us.

-Mama, look.- Tristan called my attention, showing me how he played with his little toys while sitting on my lap, and I smiled as I looked into his honey-colored eyes adorned with his beautiful long eyelashes.

I could barely see his toys and immediately hugged him as if he was going to be taken away from me at any moment. That unpleasant feeling in my chest did not dissipate in any way, only by seeing the Dubois behind bars or far away from my family. How could I imagine that they would be so cruel and wicked?

-It's beautiful, my baby.- I said as I let him go since he began to squirm uncomfortably in my arms. He looked at me with his offended little eyes.

-I'm not a baby, mom. I'm three years old.- He showed me three of his little fingers, indicating his age. I couldn't help but laugh because Alexander taught him that and Tristan caught on right away.

-You don't know what you're saying. I wish I could be three years old again.- Vincent said, looking amused at Tristan. I laughed even harder at his remarks.

I got up from my bed as my laughter ceased, leaving Tristan standing on the floor.

-Well, does the three-year-old adult want to see Alex?- I asked as I combed his disheveled hair, and his face lit up immediately upon hearing the mention of that name.

-Yes! Daddy Ales!- He suddenly dropped his toys on the bed and would have almost run out of the room if I hadn't taken his hand, preventing him from taking another step. At this point, he would already be in his father's arms.

-What is this feeling I'm having? Could it be jealousy? Is there a cure for this disease?- Vincent joked as he got up from the couch where he had been sitting since he arrived, and I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

-He has quickly earned his love, even though at first I was afraid of him. What can you do? He is his father after all.- I shrugged and walked hand in hand with Tristan, who was happily jumping by my side.

In the next second, Alexander's words came to mind, and it was inevitable that I would remember the past when my smiles and sighs had a first and last name. He knew it very well, and mentioning it made me feel inexplicably annoyed with him.Upon entering the living room, I saw the three men sitting on the couch, chatting as if they had known each other all their lives, but they were only talking about their first day at the company and how the entire work team from both Innova and LC would finally arrive this week. When my father noticed our presence, he looked at me with an almost nonexistent smile, that was his expression of guilt. From his gaze, I could tell that he felt responsible for what was happening, but it wasn't his fault, no one was to blame for Mrs. Dubois' unrequited love.

Unfortunately, no one decided who to fall in love with.

Julian and Alexander stood up when we entered the room, and my father quickly spoke, ending the conversation.

-Mr. Ferrer, Mr. Lancaster, I welcome you again and thank you for giving so much importance to the project. Soon we will see the fruits of our hard work and sacrifices.- My father shook hands with each of them as he stood up.

Tristan was aware that he couldn't interrupt a conversation, so he refrained from letting go of my hand and running into Alexander's arms, he just fidgeted impatiently.

-Thank you very much for trusting us, it will be a good year for everyone. Goodbye, Mr. Doinel, Mr. Lancaster.- Julian spoke with a slight smile, saying goodbye to both of them, and his gaze settled on my direction.

-Mr. Lefebvre, Sarah, thank you for everything. See you tomorrow, little one.- He bid farewell from his place, while his smile widened, revealing a pair of dimples.

-See you tomorrow, Julian, have a good night.- I said politely and Vincent approached to shake his hand.

-I'll walk you out, Mr. Ferrer. You can go ahead to the office, I'll be there in a second.- Vincent offered and disappeared with Julian, guiding him outside the house.

Only then, Tristan jumped at my side and released my hand to run to Alexander and hug him as if he hadn't seen him in years.

-Ales, did you see my house? It's very beautiful, isn't it?- Tristan started chattering uncontrollably with excitement and Alexander looked at him amazed. Seeing my son so happy, my heart swelled with emotion. There was nothing I adored more than seeing him like that, so happy, no matter the reason.

-Your house is beautiful and very cozy, even if it's so big.- Alexander responded as he lifted Tristan in his arms and planted a kiss on his head.

-Yes, it has many rooms, you can stay here whenever you want, right, Mom?- Tristan looked at me with surprise for what he was offering to Alexander, but I couldn't reprimand him for his innocence. He still ignored so many things, but I preferred it that way. My father chuckled quietly at his grandson's antics and Alexander looked at me, waiting for my answer. Was I even considering it?

-Tristan... Ales already has a place to stay, I'm sure it will be much better for him than here. Besides, it's a very big place for him, I don't think he will like it.- I responded, denying firmly that it would happen, even if it was just one night under the same roof. It wasn't going to happen.

-Well, in that case, I apologize. You don't know me well.- Alexander replied indifferently and he let out a chuckle while looking at Tristan.

My eyes shifted to my father and I felt embarrassed that he had to witness another scene between Alexander and me, although this one was more peaceful than the previous ones.

-Of course, you know me very well.- I was left speechless by his double entendre response. I felt my cheeks blush and I had to end this useless conversation before I died of embarrassment in front of my father and my son, who were watching us with curiosity and

amusement.

-Let's go to the office, we have a very important conversation.- I said before turning around and walking quickly, containing the annoyance and irritation that the simple conversation left me with, but managed to make me angry.

I sat on the couch upon entering the office, seconds later, Alexander entered with Tristan in his arms and sat next to me as if he didn't notice how upset I was. I just remained silent, watching every movement of Tristan.

I didn't think it was appropriate for my son to be present in the conversation we were about to have, but Alexander seemed unwilling to separate from him. In any case, we would have to choose our words carefully.

With everyone in the office, Vincent was the first to speak, expressing his discontent with the situation and informing my father and Alexander about what we discovered. He said everything with words that only we would understand. Nonetheless, Tristan was very distracted with Alexander's cellphone, which he handed to him without complaining.

After Vincent finished speaking, my father let out a tired sigh and leaned his back against the chair, giving Alexander a look before speaking.

-Alexander informed me when he dug deeper into the threat and discovered that there was someone else behind all this. Of course, I didn't want to believe that Paul, the son of my best friends and Sarah's childhood friend, had the cold-blood to do such a thing. But everything made sense when a third person appeared, we could say, the mastermind. That woman planned it all, even... God. I feel so responsible for everything that is happening. Alexander and I have discovered so many things that I still can't believe. The problems didn't start recently, they go back further. Sarah, we don't have evidence yet, but we have discovered that she was responsible for what happened to you when you were a child. It was her way of getting revenge on Joelle and me, but she failed because of the protection we gave you. She wants to get revenge by causing you the greatest possible harm. She wants to take what, according to her, belongs to her. This is all my fault.-

I was stunned by my father's words, I couldn't believe what he was telling me. This was getting worse and worse, that woman knew no limits, and if she was capable of doing that to me as a child who was not at fault for her problems, I didn't even want to imagine what she was capable of doing to my son, to my family.

All because of an obsession.