## Hazel's POV
The Sinclair mansion was beautiful but suffocating. Every corner seemed to whisper of old money and power. I couldn't help feeling like an intruder despite Sebastian's hand firm against my back.
"I need to see Grandfather," Sebastian said after lunch. "He's been asking for Kangkang."
My stomach knotted instantly. "Your grandfather hates me."
"He never hated you," Sebastian replied, bouncing our son on his knee. "He just didn't think you were suitable then."
"And now?"
"Now you're the mother of his great-grandson."
I remembered the old man's cold eyes from years ago, the way he'd looked at me like I was dirt beneath his expensive shoes. The memory still stung.
"I'll stay here," I said firmly. "You take Kangkang."
Sebastian frowned. "Hazel—"
"Please, Sebastian. Don't push this."
He studied my face, then nodded reluctantly. "Fine. We won't be long."
