Family on Their Knees Heart Turned to Ice novel Chapter 1147

"You'll take over his care?" Old Mr. Blake scoffed in utter disbelief. "When have you ever had the time? Need I remind you that it was under your brilliant supervision that Bella Ward got her claws into him? Look at the monster she turned him into!"

"That won't happen again," Sebastian countered defensively. "I'll make time. I'll discipline him myself."

Old Mrs. Blake had initially been willing to wash her hands of the situation, but after witnessing the horror show inside, she couldn't stay silent.

She had zero faith in Sebastian's parenting.

"Sebastian," she reasoned, her tone tight. "Let him stay at the main estate. You can visit him there. It works out for everyone.

We might be old, but we aren't dead yet.

We can manage a child.

He belongs with his family, in a stable environment. Don't you agree?"

Sebastian refused to let go of the boy.

He had moved heaven and earth to rip Noah out of that elite overseas program.

Having his son by his side was his only leverage left in this miserable chess game.

If he handed Noah over to his parents, they could easily put him on the next flight out of Northwyn while Sebastian was stuck in a boardroom.

He wasn't going to hand over his only weapon.

"Don't worry about it," Sebastian said flatly. "I am not giving him to you.

He stays with me."

Neither side bothered to ask Noah what he wanted. But judging by the way the boy was trembling against Sebastian's chest, he was terrified of going with his father.

He guided his wife toward their own car.

"I just feel terrible for Lillian," Old Mrs. Blake murmured, wiping at her eyes. "She's going to be harassed relentlessly. We couldn't keep her in our family, but I can't bear the thought of us becoming her enemies.

She's such a good girl."

"Our hands are tied," Old Mr. Blake sighed heavily. "We're old. We just have to accept it."

Inside Sebastian's speeding car, the atmosphere was suffocating. Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut, his jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached. He took several deep, shuddering breaths before opening his eyes to glare at his son.

Noah had pressed himself as far into the corner of the leather seat as physically possible. His head was bowed, and his trembling fingers were frantically picking at the deep scratches on his arms until fresh blood welled up.

Sebastian ignored the bleeding. His eyes were predatory and cold. "Do you realize what you just did?"