In the bustling crowd, I was suddenly knocked to the ground by a passerby. "Sorry, miss!" he called out, urgency in his voice.
With a sigh, I struggled to get back on my feet, only to spot a small sachet lying on the ground. I wanted to turn back to retrieve it, but Fiona's urgent voice cut through the noise. "My stomach hurts so much!"
Returning home, I realized this was yet another scheme of Fiona's to frame me.
The way everyone looked at me felt like a reminder that I was beneath them, forced to bow my head under their scrutiny.
Fiona simply cried out that she had lost the child, and they all turned their accusations toward me.
In their eyes, I was the usurper of the rightful wife, envious of her for bearing children.
"Just this once," I heard someone say outside, and I looked up, momentarily stunned.
It was the young man who had bumped into me earlier.
Instinctively, I lowered my gaze as he approached, and I stepped aside to let him pass.
Fiona had indeed lost the baby, but to my shock, the young man dared to ask whose child it was.
Cassian's face turned ashen. "What kind of question is that?"