He did not, however, pour any for Isabella Charles.
Isabella’s throat tightened. She was well aware that Lance’s fondness for Catherine didn’t extend to her. These wealthy people all looked down on everyone else. A grim satisfaction settled over her as she anticipated the looks on their faces when she finally revealed her news.
She sat up straighter, her expression neutral. “Mr. Smith, I have a question for you. Is it true that you and Jessica are about to finalize your divorce?”
Lance’s gaze turned cold. “That’s none of your business.”
Catherine frowned slightly.
Isabella, however, just smiled. “I’m practically Jessica’s stepmother. It’s not unreasonable for me to ask, is it?”
Lance’s irritation wasn’t directed at Isabella personally; the impending divorce was a raw nerve, and her question had struck it perfectly. He took a deep breath.
“Since you are about to finalize your divorce,” Isabella continued, “what I’m about to say won’t be forcing your hand. But it is a serious matter, so I ask that you both listen carefully.”
Susan was growing weary. The two had been here for nearly twenty minutes and had yet to say anything of substance. It was a waste of time. She tapped her fingers on the armrest, tempted to leave the room.
Seeing his reaction, Susan felt a surge of confidence. The child wasn’t his.
“Well, if she’s pregnant, then you should find the father and arrange a marriage,” Susan said with an amused smile. “Catherine isn’t getting any younger. It’s time she settled down.”
A secret joy bloomed in Susan’s chest. Catherine’s pregnancy was perfectly timed. Lance was already agonizing over the divorce. If Jessica found out that Catherine was pregnant with another man’s child and about to get married, would she reconsider?
Susan’s heart soared with hope. But Isabella’s next words sent her crashing back to earth.

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