The atmosphere in the living room was thick with tension.
The household staff kept their distance, steering well clear of the room.
Daniel stood, his tall figure cutting a lonely silhouette in the shifting light.
“Aurora, that’s still the child you carried for nine months,” he said quietly.
How could she just say she didn’t want it?
Nora’s fingers clenched tight.
She had wanted to be a mother—at first, she’d even taken her medication diligently, cooperating with every instruction. But somewhere along the line, the child had become nothing more than a bargaining chip between her and Daniel.
She found it cruel.
She couldn’t bear the thought of spending the rest of her life locked in a tug-of-war with Daniel over their child. It wasn’t fair to the child, either.
“Daniel, it was Eleanor who upset your grandmother. That’s why she passed away,” Nora said, her voice trembling despite her efforts to keep it steady. “There were witnesses. You still want to protect her?”
The caregiver—the one Daniel had originally arranged—had seen everything. After Nora had tried to end things with Daniel, she’d started paying the caregiver’s wages herself.
The caregiver’s testimony was all the proof she needed.
It was Eleanor who had caused his grandmother’s death.
Daniel’s handsome face went rigid for a moment, shadows clouding his features.
He knew Nora was pushing him for a clear stance.
“The dead can’t return,” Daniel said, his voice heavy with sorrow.
“And besides, she only went to your grandmother after hearing someone had stolen her sister’s identity. She just wanted the truth—she didn’t mean any harm.” He tried to soothe her. “If it had been you, if you’d learned your family was in trouble, wouldn’t you have reacted the same way?”
Nora let out a laugh, tears brimming in her eyes, the sound bitter and sharp.
“So what you’re saying is, your grandmother died because I stole Aurora’s identity? That it’s all my fault?”
The pain washed over her, impossible to contain.
Daniel’s brow tightened. “You know that’s not what I mean.”
“In your eyes, Eleanor is pure and innocent, above reproach.”
Thank God she’d found Payne.
For the rest of her life, she would protect this child with everything she had.
She changed clothes, washed up, and slipped into bed beside him, gently draping her arm over his tiny body. As she listened to his even breathing, she finally drifted off into a deep sleep.
She didn’t know that not long after she fell asleep, Daniel came in.
He stood at the door for a moment, watching the two of them curled up together. The sight made something in his chest ache with longing.
He wanted nothing more than to join them.
But since Nora finally had a chance to rest, he couldn’t bring himself to disturb her. He forced himself to quietly close the door and leave.
Down the hallway, he called Will and asked him to arrange the bone marrow donation.
Right now, that little boy was the only thing that could bring Nora joy.
Daniel was more than willing to save him.
When Nora awoke, Payne was already gone from her side.

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