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The air in the Wyatt mansion was thick with tension, suffocating and unrelenting.
Hermione held Ethan firmly against her chest, his small fingers gripping her dress, his innocent weight the only thing grounding her in this moment.
But her entire focus was on the man standing before her.
IVAN...
The way he stood there, relaxed yet commanding, the way his dark eyes held amusement, the way his lips curved into a mocking, knowing smirk— everything about him set her nerves on fire.
And then—
He spoke. "You can't keep him away from me." Ivan's smirk remained. Calm. Controlled. Dangerous.
"You can't keep him away from me," he repeated.
The words felt wrong. Like an omen. A shadow creeping into a place it didn't belong.
And then—
He said it.
"I'm his only uncle."
Silence.
Aldo stiffened. Dan's brows furrowed. "What?" his tone was sharp, confused.
Sienna, still held back by Dan, stopped struggling, her face twisting in disbelief.
Mama Arne's lips parted slightly, her gaze flickering toward Nedvar as if expecting him to correct the man standing before them.
Even Sera, tears still on her cheeks, looked up, wide-eyed. Hermione's heart pounded violently.
Only uncle?
No
"No, Ethan already has uncles," Dan said, voice sharp. "Two of them."
Ivan's smirk didn't waver. "Ah," he murmured, eyes sweeping the room. "Yes. Aldo and Dan— Nedvar's brothers. The Wyatt uncles."
He took a slow step forward, his voice dropping into something softer, something laced with a quiet threat.
"But I was talking about his other family."
Silence yelled.
A shift.
A heavy pause.
Hermione's pulse pounded.
Mama Arne's eyes narrowed slightly, confusion flickering across her face.
Sera's soft breaths hitched.
Sienna let out a humorless laugh. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Ivan's smirk deepened. His gaze flickered to Nedvar— who still hadn't spoken.
Then to Aldo— who remained still.
Something in Dan's expression shifted. He wasn't stupid. He noticed. His gaze snapped back to Nedvar. And that's when he asked—
"Ned?... ... You knew."
It wasn't an accusation. Not yet.
But it was a test.
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