Chapter 83.

(Kim's Point of View)

Killian is not my son.

I made an effort not to cry as Arthur's words resounded in my head, but I still sniffed and covered my mouth to prevent any sobbing that was threatening to embarrass me.

"It's okay to cry you know,"

I jerked my head back, staring at Ivy, who was sitting next to me on the sofa we'd occupied 30 minutes before, and 30 minutes since Kareen and Arthur had disappeared upstairs, doing what? I had no idea, but I couldn't bear the thought of climbing the stairs.

"I-I-I.." My voice cracked as I fought back a sob. "I've never felt this helpless and unsure before, Ivy. I don't know what to do. My heart feels like it has been torn out and is being stepped on. It hurts so bad that I do not know if I should cry and scream till my voice is all gone,"

I have never felt so frail.

Ivy rubbed my back. “I've already called Lucas, and he's on his way. Maybe he can talk some sense into Arthur.”

"I think you shouldn't have called him yet. What is he going to do,