Page 96 of Broken Destiny

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I said softly, placing my hands on his shoulders. “Don’t cry.”

“But it’s not your fault, Mama. It’s mine,” he sobbed.

“No, baby. It was an accident.” I wiped his tears gently away. “I already told you this wasn’t your fault, okay?”

He sniffled hard before nodding.

“Go upstairs with Geeta and change your clothes. I’ll come up soon.”

I watched Geeta guide him toward the stairs. Oreo immediately followed close beside Lucas, brushing protectively against his legs as they climbed upward.

Milo, however, stayed behind.

He moved closer to me, his body stiff as another low growl rumbled in his throat while he kept his eyes locked on Caleb.

The second they disappeared upstairs, silence settled over theroom again.

I could feel Caleb standing behind me.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I whispered, bending to scratch Milo gently behind the ears as he continued growling at Caleb.

“What the hell happened that you?—”

I turned around slowly.

The second his eyes landed on me, everything changed.

The anger vanished from his face, the colour faded from his skin, and the rigid tension in his body loosened. His jaw dropped as his eyes moved over the dried stains covering my blouse and pants.

He cursed under his breath and covered his mouth with his hand.

“What... what happened?” he asked, his voice octaves softer than before. “Is everything okay?”

“Emma had an accident,” I said quietly. “She slipped and hit her head on the kitchen island while I was leaving for the city. We just got back from the hospital.”

“Oh my gosh!” His eyes widened, and his lips pursed. “Is she okay? How is she now?”

“She needed six stitches, but she’s okay now. She’s sleeping.”

“Did they do any tests... any scans or X-rays?”

“Yes. The doctor checked her thoroughly. She’s fine.”

He let out a huge breath, pressing his palm to his heart.

Then he walked toward me slowly.

Milo growled again.

“It’s okay, Milo,” I whispered.

He immediately sat beside me, though his eyes remained fixed warily on Caleb.

I crossed my arms, lifting one hand to my lips, pressing my fingertips lightly against them, trying to hold back the rush of feelings threatening to spill over. Only then did I realize my fingers were trembling uncontrollably.

Caleb stopped in front of me. His eyes dropped to my hands before lifting to my face, noticing the tremor.

Before I could react, he pulled me into his arms.