Charles Leclerc))))

You were everything to Charles: his world, his life, you were more important than breathing, you were the only reason his heart beat, and after a visit to Charles' new nephew, he caught the famous baby fever and pushed you to start your own little family. After a year without a good result for that test, he finally got a positive result. The nine months were peaceful, of course, Charles didn't let you touch anything or do anything except rest, always taking good care of his precious wife.

But when labor began, everything that could go wrong did go wrong. They couldn't complete a natural birth, so an emergency C-section was performed. Charles had seen his wife almost die in that hospital bed, he had seen her dead for minutes before she was finally revived. It had changed something inside him.

He didn't see his son in the baby; little Arthur seemed like a burden, a little monster that had almost taken away his happiness.

The man had hidden it well, making excuses for five years and avoiding Arthur. His stomach still churned when he saw him, when he saw the innocence that had almost extinguished the light of his life.

And then another positive test came, a wave of fear that it could happen again, even the idea of ​​terminating the pregnancy flashed through his mind. Little Lily was born without complications, she was the perfect combination of you and Charles, and it made him fall in love with her and move even further away from Arthur.

At this point, Charles was tending to Lily, stroking her hair and completely ignoring Mateo's presence at the door. Arthur left the room, his footsteps echoing in the kitchen where you were cooking.

"Mom, Dad hates me." He said in a choked voice and seconds before he started crying.

Charles hates his son Arthur because of your difficult birth of him, but you try to fix it.