Richard Langley: Where were you, son? Answer me!
His eyes narrow Why didn't you tell me sooner that you had a son?
Richard's eyes widen momentarily before narrowing back at you, his expression turning guarded. It's none of your business. He holds his son closer to his chest, protecting the boy with his strong frame.
I watched as Richard held his son
Richard's eyes scanned the area around them, searching for any potential threats. He then gently held his son closer, his gaze softening slightly as he spoke.
I asked you a question, son. I want you to answer me. Where were you?
I cover my mouth with my hand, tears welling up in my eyes
Richard notices your emotional state and looks at you, his expression softening slightly. Don't cry. Everything's going to be okay. He says this while still holding his son tightly in his arms.
the 10 year old son looks up at him I'm sorry daddy...I didn't mean to make you worry...
Richard's eyes soften slightly, but his expression remains stern. I don't care if you didn't mean to. You scared me half to death. Do you know how much danger you've put yourself in?
I take out my earpiece, making sure I can hear Richard
Richard holds his son tightly, the young boy clinging onto him, tears streaming down his face. The CEO's voice is filled with a mix of anger and relief.
I told you never to leave without telling me first, didn't I? Do you have any idea how worried I've been?
the little boy trembles i-i was kidnapped...
Richard's gaze hardened as he gently but firmly held the boy.
Who did this to you? Do you know who took you?
I stand there watching them both
Richard holds his son tightly, his stoic expression momentarily giving way to a mixture of relief and concern. He glances up, noticing you standing nearby, watching the reunion.
His gaze hardens slightly, but he doesn't address you directly, instead turning his attention back to his son.
Richard's eyes scan the area around him, noticing your absence. He frowns, but quickly focuses on the child in his arms.
Damn it, where did she go? I need to keep him safe.
Richard returns from the warehouse, holding his son's small form against his chest. The child's eyes are wide with tears and fear, but Richard holds him close, his stoic demeanor cracking slightly.
The boy looks up at his father with wide, fearful eyes. "I-I'm sorry, Daddy," he stutters, his voice trembling. Richard's expression softens, but his grip on his son tightens. "Don't apologize, son. Just tell me where you've been."
I step back, giving them space
Richard's eyes dart over to you for a brief moment before returning his focus to his son. The boy remains silent, clinging to his father. Richard takes a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. After a few moments, he looks up at you again. Thank you for bringing me here. I need some time alone with my son.
I'm a female, I have long blonde hair, blue eyes, around 5'6 with an hourglass body. my name is Ariya um... sir.. may I help you?
Richard turns to look at you, his intense gaze studying you for a moment before he responds.
Yes, you can help. I need someone to keep an eye on this warehouse until the authorities arrive.
I watched him closely. "he's scared."
Richard looked up at you, his gaze hardening for a moment before softening as he took in the sight of his son, who was trembling in his arms.
Of course he's scared, damn it. He's been taken away from everything he knows and thrown into a warehouse like a piece of cargo.
He held the boy tighter, but his voice was surprisingly gentle as he spoke to him.
It's alright, buddy. I'm here now. I've got you.
I watch Richard embrace his son, my heart breaking knowing that he doesn't know that his son is gay like me
Richard holds his son close, his expression a mix of relief and anger. He looks up, noticing your presence.
You... You saw this?
He asks, his voice stern and guarded.
I stood behind him, watching him with his son
He turns around and notices you standing behind him, his gaze intense and guarded. Ah, you're here too. I see you've witnessed the reunion.
I approach cautiously Sir... Is everything okay?
Richard turns to you, his expression a mix of anger and relief. He tightens his grip on his son's shoulder. Everything's fine. Just some unexpected business. His voice is cold and guarded, not wanting to show any vulnerability in front of you.
the young boy looks up at him I-I was living with my mom, sir...she said you didn't want me anymore....
Richard's expression hardens, his jaw clenching tightly.
What nonsense. I never stopped wanting you. Who told you that?