They needed evidence to bring down Chelsea.

"Sweetie, when Elliot Foster came over today, he said you hid in your room when you saw him," Avery said worriedly. "This is your home. You don't need to hide from him."

"I wasn't hiding," Hayden said as his brows furrowed. "I just don't want to see him."

"He's planning on moving in to help with your little brother once he's born." Avery was in a dilemma, and she sighed. "Would that make things hard on you?"

Hayden's brows furrowed even more tightly as he said, "I'll just ignore him!"

"Thanks, sweetie." Avery patted her son's shoulder with a pained expression on her face. "I don't want him to move in either, but he thinks your little brother will need his care. The baby doesn't just belong to me, so I couldn't refuse him."

Hayden took a deep breath, then said, "Don't worry, Mommy. I won't acknowledge him! Layla also won't! I won't let our little brother acknowledge him either!"

Avery was stunned.

"What did I want to talk to Hayden abo