"Liam told me he can't stand me and doesn't want you to be with me. He only came to the amusement park to win you back. He said if he acted all sweet and remorseful, you'd fall for it and push me away. And then... he said..."

Oliver's voice cracked, his lashes fluttering as unshed tears glistened in his eyes.

Amy leaned closer, her fingers tightening around his. "What else did he say?"

"Liam said I'm just his replacement... Amy, am I really just a stand-in for Liam?"

His large, soulful eyes shimmered with vulnerability, like a wounded puppy left out in a storm.

Amy's chest constricted.

Her frustration with Alexander grew sharper.

A replacement? Just like his father, playing the same manipulative games. The resemblance was uncanny.

"You're not a replacement, Oliver. You're you," Amy said firmly, holding his gaze. "And I won't let him treat you like this."

She hesitated, then added softly, "Besides an apology, is there anything else you want? I'll make sure it happens."

Oliver swallowed, his expression fragile.

"I don't want anything else. I just... I just want you to stay with me."

Amy's heart ached.

Ever since they'd met, Oliver had been caught in the crossfire of Alexander and Liam's cruelty.

Yet, he never resented her for it.

Amy exhaled and turned to Sebastian, who had been observing silently.

"Mr. Kingsley, if there's anything you'd like—"

Sebastian's gaze was steady. "Amy, you need to realize something. The child isn't solely your responsibility. You shouldn't carry this burden alone."

"Because you've handled everything, Alexander has never felt accountable. He thinks raising a child is effortless."

"He doesn't see your sacrifices. That's why he takes you for granted."

Amy blinked, stunned by his words.

All this time, she'd managed everything concerning Liam.

She knew Alexander was busy running Blackwood Enterprises, constantly stressed.

So she never bothered him with trivial matters, striving to be the perfect wife who eased his burdens.

But when he had free time, he didn’t spend it on work or family.

He spent it with other women.

How bitterly ironic.

Amy whispered, "I understand, Mr. Kingsley. Thank you."

In another hospital room, after ensuring Liam was stable and sending Margaret home, Alexander pushed the door open.

The moment the door creaked, Liam's head snapped up, hope flashing in his eyes.

When he saw it was only Alexander, his shoulders slumped, disappointment darkening his expression.

Alexander arched a brow. "Liam, what happened?"

Liam hesitated before finally meeting his father's gaze.

"Dad... can you and Mom not get divorced?"

Alexander's lips curved into a humorless smile, his eyes cold.

"Did your mother put you up to this?"