"Catherine, I won't leave you. It really was just an accident."
I clung to his neck, whispering through tears,
"Nathan, you know I can’t accept this. I don’t want to suffer like my mother."
"Nathan, what if we send them abroad? Can we support them forever?"
"Why didn’t you make her end the pregnancy? Why didn’t you tell me when you wanted children?"
After a long silence, Nathan spoke coldly,
"Charles Turner’s new energy project has its ribbon-cutting tomorrow. Get ready; you can’t be absent, or it’ll raise suspicion."
Watching his tall figure rise and leave, my heart crashed into darkness.
The next day, Nathan brought the dress I'd picked and the Queen’s necklace I’d bought in the US.
My secretary stood by, anxious.
I calmly changed and put on elegant makeup.
Nathan was right; the partnership couldn’t be damaged. My brother was still young, and I needed to reclaim everything my grandfather built.
The launch event was grand and bustling, with Crestville’s elite gathered.
Entering the manor, I was stunned to see Victoria Cross present as well.
She wore a moon-white evening gown, elegant and poised, radiating gentle maternal warmth.