"Of course," Anne Sutton said. "Even if everyone tried to persuade me, I never hesitated. But... why? Why would you rather believe them than believe me? In your eyes, am I that much of a muddle-headed woman? Having a child benefits me. At least I won't have to defer to him on Sutton Family matters anymore. But if I don't have this child, if I really agreed with Charles Prescott... once you're gone, do you really think he'd marry me? I'm not that stupid."
"..." Nathan Fawcett looked at her, listening to her analysis, and for a moment, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
'It's true...'
'I was the one who got it wrong!'
Her goal had always been crystal clear.
She wanted to have his child for the Fawcett Family's inheritance rights, not because he, as a person, was that important to her.
'From the very beginning, I was just a tool for her to use against Charles Prescott!'
A scheming woman like her would use any means necessary to have his child.
