Chapter 95 I came to see my son

Chapter 95 I came to see my son


Three days have passed since I left London.
And nothing feels better.
If anything, it feels worse.

Steve told me Natte is still taking the drugs. At first, he refused to see the kid.
But Steve doesn’t back down. Not when it comes to Natte.
He told him straight, if he’s chosen to be a scumbag again, then he’ll quit working for him. Walk away from his life.

That got through to him.
Or at least something did hit his soft spot.

Because he agreed to come and meet with his own child.

Natte is landing tonight.

I saw the kid yesterday and pretty much got along very well.
And I didn’t expect that.
Didn’t expect to feel anything beyond curiosity. Maybe awkwardness.

But I liked him.
More than liked him.

There’s something about him. He’s so sweet and sensible for his eight-year-old self.

Turns out his mom died when he was five. He’s been living at an orphanage ever since.
He had his father’s photos and knew he was a singer but never had a chance to meet him due to his tight security.

Then one day, he saw Natte on the news.
And he recognised him.

He tried to reach him. Of course he did. Every time Natte had a show in Texas, he sneaked out trying to reach his own father, but
nothing worked.

So he did the only thing he could, just like a kid would.
He waited for the best time until the one day he didn’t have guards around him.

And that’s when he showed up.
That kid from the hotel. When I thought Natte was going to propose to me.

Everything clicks now.
And it breaks my heart all over again.

Natte shows up this morning. I immediately see him before he sees us.
And my chest tightens so hard it almost hurts to breathe.

He looks…
Gone.

Not just tired. He is just hungover, wasted, and destroyed. Natte is no longer the radiant guy I know. He’s completely gone.

Like someone hollowed him out and left behind a shell that just barely remembers how to walk.

His eyes are dull and his skin pale.
Like he’s already given up on life.

My fingers curl into my palms.

God… what have you done to yourself?

Steve stands beside him like a good secretary. I can say kudos to Steve, despite Natte hurting himself, he’s not leaving him.

The kid is a few steps ahead of us, waiting nervously. I told him yesterday that Natte will really love him, but he should know his father is ill and would never try to hurt him. He’ll love and cherish him as a father.

The boy was trying to be brave, something I found amusing.

Natte finally looks up.
And sees him.

He stops like his body forgot how to move.

“That him?” Natte’s voice is rough.

Steve doesn’t answer because he doesn’t need to. The kid slowly moves forward and calls him.

“Natte?” he says softly.

Natte’s eyes flicker with something. He slightly smiles, the warmest smile Natte has ever shown.

“What is this?” Natte mutters, dragging a hand over his face. “Another one of your interventions, Steve?”

Steve stays quiet.

I can feel the tension building. Thick. Ready to snap.

I swallow hard.

This is it.

I pull my phone out with shaking hands and step aside slightly.
I make the call.

It rings.
Once.
Twice.

Then she answers.

“Shia?”

“I need you to come,” I say quickly, my voice low. “Now.”

There’s no hesitation.

“I’m on my way.”

It doesn’t take long.
Too fast.
Too inevitable.

Because when she walks in… everything changes.

Natte doesn’t see her at first.
He’s too focused on the kid.
Or maybe too focused on not feeling anything at all.

But then—

His eyes shift.
Land on her.

And everything inside him snaps.

“What the fuck is she doing here?”

His voice cuts through the room, sharp, volatile.

His mom freezes mid-step.
Pain flashes across her face instantly.

But she doesn’t back away.

“I came to see my son,” she says softly.

“Don’t,” he snaps, pointing at her. “Don’t do that. Don’t stand there and act like you give a shit.”

My heart drops.

Steve finally moves, stepping slightly forward, but still says nothing. Watching. Measuring.

“You don’t get to just show up,” Natte continues, his voice rising. “You don’t get to walk into my life like this!”

“Natte—”

“Don’t!” he barks. “Where were you, huh? All those years? Where the fuck were you?”

The kid stands frozen between them. Eyes wide. Confused.
Lost.

“I was trying to survive,” she says, her voice breaking. “Just like you were.”

“Yeah?” he laughs bitterly. “Funny, didn’t see you around.”

“This isn’t about me,” she says, glancing toward the boy. “It’s about him.”

Silence.
Heavy.

Natte’s gaze slowly drags to the kid again.
Really looks at him this time.

And I see it.

That flicker again.
Recognition.
Fear.
Denial.

“No,” he mutters, shaking his head. “No. Don’t do this.”

“It’s true,” I say quietly.

His eyes snap to me.
And there’s so much anger there it almost knocks the breath out of me.

“You think this is funny?”

“No.” My voice trembles, but I hold my ground. “I think it’s real.”

“Shia—”

“The DNA results came back,” Steve says finally. Calm. Steady.

Natte goes still.
Dead still.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“No,” he laughs, shaking his head again, backing up a step. “No, that’s bullshit.”

“It’s not,” I whisper.

The kid doesn’t say anything.
He just stands there.

Waiting.
Hoping.
Breaking.

And Natte…

Natte looks like he’s about to shatter.

His eyes move between all of us.
Me.
Steve.
His mom.
The kid.

Like he’s trying to find a way out.

But there isn’t one.

“There’s no way,” he says, his voice quieter now. Unsteady. “There’s just… no way.”

But even as he says it—

He knows.

I can see it.

The truth has already found its place inside him.

And it’s tearing him apart.