“Louis?”
Grandma Grace’s voice trembled with excitement. “Where is he?”
Aurora’s eyes shimmered with joyful tears. “I’m not sure yet—but as long as he’s in Fairvale, I’ll find him.”
“That’s wonderful.” Grandma Grace dabbed at her eyes, unable to hide her relief.
Aurora squeezed her grandmother’s hand, offering comfort. Now that he was back, they’d see him sooner or later.
After staying with Grandma Grace for a while, Aurora left.
She hesitated for a moment before texting Louis, asking when he might have time to meet up.
An exclamation mark popped up in the chat window almost instantly.
Aurora stared at it, stunned. So, he had deleted her.
Before she could process the sting, her phone rang. Warner’s voice was bright with excitement. “Mr. Winters is back in the country! When do you have time? I can set up a meeting for you two.”
Back in the country… Winters…
Aurora’s heart skipped a beat; her voice wavered. “Is his full name Louis?”
Warner sounded surprised. “Wait, you’ve met him already?”
Aurora sank into the nearest chair. It really was him.
She silently reproached herself—why hadn’t she connected the dots, looked up the famous Mr. Winters before?
“Why did he leave the country?” she asked quietly.
Warner’s tone grew gentle, trying to reassure her. “I don’t know the details. Something happened, and the Winters family sent him overseas. But don’t worry, he’s brilliant. He’ll absolutely help you get through the divorce.”
“He’s back this time to get treatment for his child. I doubt he’ll be leaving again.”
Aurora’s chest tightened. His child…
Was that why Louis had changed his number?
“Did his child come back too?”
“Yeah. The little guy’s health isn’t great. That’s why Mr. Winters started taking those messy divorce cases for wealthy clients—to cover the medical bills.”
Warner paused, then added, “I was just about to visit his son. Want to come with me?”
“Yes. Which hospital? I’ll head over now.”
Her gaze landed on the small figure in the hospital bed.
Tears spilled down her cheeks.
The boy was tiny and pale, with wispy hair. He sat up in bed, his big eyes full of curiosity as he stared at Aurora.
Aurora’s heart clenched. She hurried to his side.
Warner quietly took the gifts from her hands.
Aurora reached out, wanting to touch the boy’s cheek, but stopped herself, unsure if she had the right. She held back, but her eyes grew red with emotion.
“Are you Payne?” she asked softly, her voice gentle.
Louis frowned. “Ms. Quinn—”
“Mommy.” Payne Winters threw open his arms, reaching for her.
Aurora instinctively swept him into a hug, her tears flowing freely. “Payne…”
Warner stared in shock, glancing from Louis to Aurora. “You and Aurora… you two…”
Louis pinched the bridge of his nose, then gently pried his son from Aurora’s embrace, placing him carefully back on the bed.

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