As the car pulled into the city center's most luxurious hotel, the moment I pushed open the banquet hall doors, the blinding lights and the cacophony of voices mingled together, and the scene before me felt like a red-hot branding iron, searing my heart. Vanessa, dressed in a champagne-colored haute couture gown, her makeup impeccable, linked arm in arm with Liam, the two of them holding Zeke's hand, smiling broadly as they greeted the guests. Zeke, in a custom-made suit, carrying a limited-edition toy, was surrounded by the crowd like a little prince.
My Leo was carelessly tossed onto the carpet in the corner of the banquet hall, his snow-white shirt stained with mud. He had been pushed to the ground by someone, and there were faint traces of blood seeping from his knees. Liam was busy entertaining guests and didn't even bother to glance at his own son, so naturally he didn't see Leo shakily picking up half a cold bun that someone had discarded on the ground and clumsily stuffing it into his mouth, his lips covered in crumbs.