My hands instinctively curled into fists, but I let her continue her verbal assault. No matter what I did, I would always be the villain in her eyes. I wanted to scream that it wasn’t my fault.
That I had done everything to protect that baby.
But what was the point? To her, I was nothing but a disgrace to the Knight family.
Before I could say a word, Archie’s deep voice rang out behind me.
"Mum, that’s enough!"
I turned to see him striding towards us, his jaw tight.
"Wendy just had a miscarriage," he snapped. "Leave her alone. Don’t make it worse."
Charlotte snorted, crossing her arms. "You’re too soft, Archie. If you keep defending her, how will you explain this to the public? You’re the heir to this family, and now you have no child! The Knights need an heir."
Archie ran a frustrated hand down his face. I saw the hesitation in his eyes, the weight of it all pressing down on him, as if I were a burden he couldn’t shake.
"I’ll take care of it, Mum."
"You should be proud to carry the Knight name. Don’t disappoint me, Archie." With that, Charlotte scoffed and walked away.
I turned to enter my room when Archie’s sharp voice cut through the air.