Ann's breathing quickened with anxiety. "Mrs. Ferguson, are you perhaps using me to test the strength of York and his wife's relationship?"
Wendy didn't deny it. "If York is willing to divorce his wife for your sake, in exchange for getting you treatment, then you win. Otherwise, you lose. Go home, think it over, and then give me your answer."
Ann picked up her purse but hesitated, not moving for a long while.
That bitch Claudia was on good terms with the Ferguson women and with York's friends. Even if she did divorce York, Ann couldn't afford to burn that bridge.
Wendy's plan was workable, but way too risky. She needed to consider it carefully and couldn't agree just yet. However, testing the old woman was necessary.
With that in mind, Ann spoke. "Mrs. Ferguson, regardless of anything else, Ethan is a Ferguson descendant. My mother and my brother's family had a disagreement recently, and the child was frightened by it. Could you perhaps persuade York to spend more time with his son?"
Wendy met Ann's gaze, and Ann looked down, unable to hold it.
"You have a point," Wendy said. "After all, the child is York's own flesh and blood. Bring the boy out later this evening. I'll call York, and we can all have dinner together as a family." Wendy deliberately emphasized the word 'family.'
After Ann left, Darleen hurried over from a nearby table. "Mom, what were you talking to that Ann woman about for so long?"
Wendy lifted her coffee cup and took a small sip.
Ann wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but her ambition was vast. She would never let an opportunity like this pass her by.


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