Catherine's Pov
"Wait, let me get this straight... Soren Ashford is your fiancé and Esme's father?" Mark's voice echoed from the phone, still heavily shocked by what I had just told him.
I adjusted my robe and strolled into the nursery to check on Esme. She stirred in her sleep when I giggled softly over the phone. I carefully adjusted her blanket and tiptoed back out of the room.
"You've got to be kidding me, honestly. No wonder you got all feisty at the gala," Mark continued, his tone a mix of awe and disbelief. "He's a literal tycoon in England, Italy, and the States. He built several tech industries and a massive logistics company here in Toronto." He gasped dramatically. "No wonder he's investing in a publishing company... it was for you?!"
