The tension in the hospital room was palpable as Nathaniel's words hung in the air. I watched the color drain from Imogen's face, her fingers clutching the pristine hospital sheets.
"What did you just say?" Liam's voice trembled with barely contained rage.
Nathaniel met his nephew's glare unflinchingly. "You heard me. If there was a child at all, how can we be certain it was yours?"
Owen stepped forward, his tall frame casting a shadow over us. "How dare you? First your wife attacks Imogen, and now you have the audacity to question her fidelity?"
"I've made no such accusation against Juliana," Nathaniel replied coolly. "Because she wasn't even in the room."
I stood beside my husband, drawing strength from his unwavering presence. The Ricardo family's first branch closed ranks, their faces masks of outrage and contempt.
