Chapter 493

Logan’s POV

“Who was that?” I asked, my voice low but firm.

She turned away, avoiding my gaze. “No one important,” she muttered, her hands shaking as she clutched the phone.

“Don’t lie to me, Isabella,” I said, stepping closer. “Who was that woman, and why was she talking about a child? What child?”

“It’s nothing, Logan,” she said quickly, her tone defensive. “Just the wrong number.”

“A wrong number?” I repeated, disbelief evident in my voice. “A wrong number doesn’t beg for their child to be returned. Who is Damien to her?”

Her head snapped up, and for a moment, she looked as if she was going to deny everything. But the fear in her eyes told me there was more to this than she wanted to admit.

“Logan, please, just let it go,” she said, her voice softer now, almost pleading.

“Let it go?” I echoed, my frustration mounting. “How can I let it go when a woman is out there claiming Damien is her son? What’s