Chapter One Hundred Seventy Seven

Emily.

What the fuck is he doing here and why can’t I see Henry’s little brat anywhere?

My eyes went back to Ian who was still smoking with a nonchalant look on his face.

“What’s going on?” I asked and like he was in a trance and my voice pulled him out of it he blinked and looked at me.

Ian stares at me with a bored look before his lips curled up in a smile.

“You are finally here, good,” he muttered and dropped the cigar by his side.

The little boy was still crying loudly and from the look of it, I don’t think he was going to stop crying anytime soon.

“What’s going on Ian? What’s he doing here?” I asked pointing at the little kid who was now staring at me with wide eyes.

I could see it, the same eyes but I refused to acknowledge it.

“You tell me what’s going on Emily?” he said instead of explaining things to me.

I mean how am I supposed to know what's going on?

“Where's the child?” I asked taking my eyes back to the boy sitting on the bed but quickly took my eyes off when ou