I walked down the halls of my estate, ignoring all the servants in my path. I burst my wife’s bedroom door open, breathing heavily. Her personal maids jumped in surprise, but she wasn’t there.

I grunted and left, heading outside to the garden. Servants bowed as I walked down the bush garden. I stopped when I saw my wife, sitting by the water fountain with our son in her arms.

I grit my teeth, fixing my cuffs.

“Lady Ackerman!” I yelled out.

Both her and my son looked up at me in surprise. I swallowed, furrowing my brows.

“Come here. Now.”