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CHAPTER 184
~Zara's POV~
Even after Aira's soft reassurances, Storm's little face remained etched with worry. His wide, innocent eyes scanned the room, shifting from one adult to another until they locked on Snow.
The determination in his gaze was unmistakable, and I felt my chest tighten at the sight of such a small boy carrying so much concern.
"Daddy," Storm called out, his voice laced with a childlike demand for answers. "What's wrong? Who made Mommy cry?"
Snow sighed deeply, the weight of the situation visible in his tense shoulders. He walked over to Storm, crouching down so they were at eye level when Aira placed him down.
His hand reached out, ruffling the boy's hair with a tenderness that never failed to surprise me.
Snow spoke evenly, his blue eyes softening only for Storm. "But don't worry. Daddy's going to handle it."
