Cecilia Nathan opened her mouth, her voice hoarse. "There was no heartbeat."
Frances Bennett sighed. "The news said the baby was Hugo's. I believe you, dear. You're not that kind of person."
"I've watched Hugo grow up since he was little. If the baby had been his, he would have proposed to you long ago. He's not like Damian... Hugo is a responsible young man." At this, a hint of sadness crept into Frances Bennett's voice. "And don't blame Damian, either. He has his own hidden troubles... Do you know why he's pursuing that Serena Hughes?"
"I don't need to know." Hearing their names again, Cecilia Nathan felt nothing but a calm emptiness.
She and Damian Hawthorne had nothing to do with each other.
Who he pursued, who he loved—it had nothing to do with her.
Seeing Cecilia Nathan's indifference, Frances Bennett knew this wasn't the right time for such a conversation.
