Olivia's POV
Frederick led me into his study and closed the door behind us with a loud snap. I could see he was still fuming with anger, and I just hoped he didn't direct that anger at me. He stood by the desk, staring at me with eyes that felt heavy, while I glared at him, folding my arms tightly against my chest.
"I believe you have met my son… although this is not the way I wanted you two to meet," he said casually, his eyes still on me.
I said nothing, waiting for him to finish.
"You have to learn how to accept him… how to communicate with him…"
My frown deepened, my anger rising. "Accept him? You mean raise him? Be his mother? I told you, Frederick, that was never part of our plan."
His jaw tightened. "He is mine. Soon, we will get married. That makes him yours."
