Alesander's words hung heavy in the air as Mila processed the news. His parents had intervened, hiring a nanny and taking Max to their house. The realization hit her like a punch to the gut.
"Why would they do that?" Mila exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Alesander sighed, his expression pained. "They believe it's best for Max to be raised in a more stable environment," he explained, his tone strained.
Mila's heart ached at the thought of her son being taken away from her. She had always known that Alesander's parents disapproved of her, but she never imagined they would go to such lengths to separate her from Max.
"But he's my son," Mila protested, her voice breaking with emotion. "I should be the one taking care of him."
Alesander's jaw tightened as he struggled to find the right words. "I know, Mila. But my parents believe they can provide him with a better upbringing," he said, his voice hollow.
Tears welled up in Mila's eyes as she realized the depth of her powerlessness in the situation. She had no say in what happened to her own child, and it tore her apart.
As Alesander left the room to attend to his duties, Mila was left alone with her grief. She couldn't bear the thought of being separated from Max, but she knew there was nothing she could do to change the situation. All she could do was pray that one day, she would be reunited with her son.
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Mila sat in silence, her gaze fixed on the empty space where Max's crib used to be. Alesander stood nearby, his presence a reminder of the pain and frustration she felt. She couldn't bring herself to speak to him, not after what had happened.
Alesander approached her cautiously, his expression troubled. "Mila, we need to talk about this," he said softly, reaching out to touch her shoulder.
Mila recoiled at his touch, her eyes flashing with anger. "I have nothing to say to you until you let me see Max," she spat, her voice laced with bitterness.
Alesander's brow furrowed in frustration. "Mila, you know it's not that simple," he said, his tone pleading. "My parents have made their decision, and we have to respect it."
But Mila wasn't listening. She felt a surge of defiance welling up inside her, fueled by the ache in her heart for her son. She refused to accept that she couldn't see him, couldn't hold him in her arms and tell him how much she loved him.
"I don't care," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "I need to see him, Alesander. I need to know that he's okay."
Alesander sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He knew he couldn't deny her request any longer, not when he could see the pain etched on her face. "Fine," he said quietly. "I'll talk to my parents and see if I can arrange a visit."
Mila's eyes lit up with hope, her heart pounding with anticipation. Maybe, just maybe, she would get to see her son again soon. And she was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen.
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The grandeur of Alesander's parents' home was overwhelming as Mila stepped inside, her eyes wide with awe. She had never seen such opulence before, and it made her feel both out of place and strangely exhilarated. Alesander's mother greeted them warmly, her smile masking the tension that lingered beneath the surface.
"Welcome, Mila," she said, her voice tinged with formality. "It's good to see you again."
Mila forced a polite smile, her heart pounding with nerves. She glanced around the room, her eyes searching for her son. And then she saw him - Max, her precious boy, sitting on the floor surrounded by toys.
