Once inside the room, Serena sat on the couch calmly as she looked at Alexander. "He had to choose Aiden."
"At least he agreed to some compromise," Alexander said as he sat next to her. "With both kids here, it would've been truly difficult to take them away."
Serena could only hum and said with worry, "But until we plan our escape, Aiden will be here, and I'm worried about what might happen to him during that time. I can't keep him here—not with your father."
"I'll be with Aiden and take care of him," Alexander assured.
Serena shook her head. "Looking at your father, I can tell he won't even let you be around your son." She sighed helplessly and buried her face in her palms. "Aiden can do anything when provoked, and I don't know what your father will make him do. I can't keep him here."
"Then, I'll stay in place of Aiden, Mom," a little voice said.
The parents looked toward the bed, where the little boy, Aaron, was sitting up. He seemed to have heard everything.
