Chapter 350

Isabella’s POV

I swallowed hard, the weight of what I was about to do pressing down on me. I reached for the boy’s hand, forcing a smile as I led him toward the door.

As we stepped outside, the cool air hit my face, and I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.

This was it. The moment of truth.

Logan would believe this boy was his son. He had to.

But as I climbed into the car with the boy, a nagging doubt lingered in the back of my mind.

What if he didn’t? Am I looking or behaving nervously? I asked no one in particular and then a voice at the back of me said yes.

And I remembered how I had parked the car in front of the penthouse, my hands trembling slightly on the steering wheel.

Also how I couldn’t stop staring at the little boy who sat quietly in the backseat, his small hands clutching the stuffed a