Catherine's POV
The line went dead as Anna hung up.
"What the hell was I thinking?" I muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair.
Anna had been through enough already—a failed marriage, business betrayals, family pressures. Now she was considering having a child just to appease her mother and grandmother.
And I had encouraged her, even suggested an unethical way to do it.
I grabbed my phone again, scrolling to Uncle Marcus's contact. My thumb hovered over the call button as I considered my approach. Uncle Marcus wasn't exactly the warm, fuzzy type who responded well to emotional appeals or matchmaking schemes.
_Just be casual. Keep it subtle._
After three rings, his deep voice answered with characteristic brevity: "Speak."
I rolled my eyes instinctively. _No wonder he's still single. That voice could freeze hell itself._
"Uncle Marcus, I wanted to discuss something with you," I said, keeping my tone light and conversational.
