Gian’s voice was quiet but crystal clear. “We both know what kind of people Harold and the Chapmans are. He was a pawn for foreign interests, with blood on his hands from all the things he did that harmed our country. I don’t need to spell it out for you.”
He leaned forward, his gaze sharp and fixed on Alexander’s face. “Raffy is a ticking time bomb. He’s still young now and doesn’t understand any of this, but what happens when he grows up? When he finds out the truth—that his own mother was taken down by you, that he’s living under your roof, watching you and Danielle and Niki living as a happy family? What will he think? Will he see you as the enemies who destroyed his family? Will that resentment make him a tool for those same foreign powers to exploit?”
Gian’s questions were brutally direct. “As outsiders, we don’t have the same emotional attachment to the boy, so we see things more clearly. By keeping him with you, you’re planting a landmine in your own home. When it will go off, and how, no one knows.”
Alexander set his teacup down, his fingers tracing the rim. The warmth from the ceramic seeped into his skin. After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice low and raspy. “I know.”
Those two words made Gian frown. He leaned forward again. “You know? You know, and you’re still keeping him? Alexander, you’re not a man who acts on impulse. You’re fully aware of the risks, so why are you taking them?”

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