Outside the door, relatives eavesdropped and various expression of shock colored their faces. Some wondered if Sienna was doing the right thing: teaching her children to be ruthless at a young age.
Others wondered how she had held back her own anger and given Eli a chance to work through his anguish. The boy had not stopped blaming himself since the attack. He could hardly look his mother in the eyes without lowering his head.
But none of them knew what Elias did. If not for the so called divine blood, his wife would not have survived. Eli would never have forgiven himself. The incident would have left a shadow on him forever.
In the room, Sienna pulled Eli back, embracing him tightly. "Enough. You have done well. You are your father's son, and mine."
Eli collapsed into her arms, sobbing loudly.
She patted his back gently. "It's okay." With a single hand, she pulled Ali into her embrace as well. "It's okay babies. Everything is going to be okay."
