Nathan stood beside her, his arm at her waist, greeting guests, while Victoria smiled softly and sweetly.
My mother-in-law held her grandson, chatting with several wealthy ladies. Everyone praised the boy’s broad forehead, saying he was destined for wealth and honor.
The moment I stepped into the hall, the chatter abruptly quieted, and all eyes turned to me.
Nathan released Victoria and walked toward me with composure.
“Catherine, come see the child, he’s really adorable.” Saying this, he took my hand, led me to my mother-in-law, and placed the child into my arms.
Looking at the plump, fair baby, a wave of sorrow swept through me. My fingertips brushed his soft cheek. If only he were mine!
I could have had him, too.
Many eyes fell on us—some pitying, some mocking, some detached…
Victoria hurried toward us through the crowd, her hands shaking with panic.
“Sister, Nolan, let me hold him.”
I froze, staring at her in disbelief.
“You said his name is Nolan?”
“Nolan Turner. Nathan said it means two hearts linked.”
“Wah!” A sharp cry pierced the air.
My fingers slackened instantly, my whole body sinking into cold darkness like falling into an abyss.