Chapter 83

Donovan pov

Sarah was in a hurry. Bryan is scheduled to take the next bus to school, likely around 7:20 a.m.

“Donovan, you do not have the authority to dictate what I should do with my son. Please allow me some space. The last time you interfered, you disrupted my plans for taking Bryan to school, and now you expect him to catch the next available bus? Impressive!” she exclaimed in frustration, her high-pitched voice cutting through the air from the kitchen where she was preparing Bryan's lunch.

I exhaled deeply, fastening my sleeves. My gaze fell on young Bryan, who was preoccupied with his watch, struggling to secure the clasp that would keep it in place on his wrist.

"Hey, little man, do you need Daddy's help?" I inquired, my lips pursed as I attempted to button my sleeves, which kept slipping off. This was one of the aspects I disliked about Sarah; she rarely assisted with such tasks when needed.

"Sarah, could you assist me with my sleeves?"

"No, I can't. I'm extremely busy.