Chapter 692

Isabella’s POV

I stopped at the entrance, my heart aching as I watched him, as I saw the determination in his eyes, the focus on his face, the way he moved, swift and agile, his body so small yet so strong, so graceful. 

He looked so grown up, so mature, so different from the little boy I used to know.

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding as I forced myself to step inside, as I forced myself to approach him, as I forced myself to speak. 

“Hey, little man... am I supposed to greet you first?”

He stopped mid-swing, his body tensing, his shoulders stiffening as he turned to look at me, his face blank, his eyes cold, his expression distant. 

“Good morning,” he said flatly, his voice devoid of emotion, his eyes avoiding mine as he turned away, as he continued playing, as if I wasn’t even there.

My heart sank, pain surging through me, guilt consuming me as I watched him, as I saw the way he ignored me, the way he