The assistant hesitated. "Mr. Sanchez, it's all been arranged. But the medication Miss Henson's been taking... should we continue? She's already lost almost all her fertility. If she keeps taking it, there's no telling what other damage it could cause."
Ivor paused. When he spoke again, his voice had dropped even lower.
"Keep her on it. The only thing that matters right now is protecting this baby."
"Nellie stayed by my brother's side for years, all for my sake. All she ever wanted was this child. But those years took a toll on her body, and she can't carry one herself."
"If the baby can come from Jocelyn, it fulfills both their wishes. Everyone gets what they want."
"But what if Miss Henson finds out the truth? What if she makes a scene?"
Ivor's tone was absolute.
"Jocelyn cut ties with the Henson family to be with me. Without me, where would she even go?"
"She's carrying Nellie's child for me. I won't treat her badly for it. Nellie can never be seen in public anyway. The title of Mrs. Sanchez will always belong to Jocelyn. Once this is over, I'll make it up to her."
Jocelyn stood frozen in the hallway, the blood in her veins turning to ice.