Fiona Keating picked up the Zisha teacup from the table and took a small sip. "The last time Nathan got drunk, we slept together. He wanted me to get rid of the baby, but I couldn't bear to."
"Are you trying to blackmail me with the child?"
Fiona Keating gave a gentle smile. "I know you're against taking a life. This is a precious little life, after all. I simply don't want to deny its right to come into this world."
"I will give birth to him, but I'll hand him over to the Redgrave Family to raise. After all, I'm not married and don't want to be an unwed mother. Besides, I'm a public figure. The appearance of this child would ruin my career."
The old madam looked at the pregnancy report in her hand, seemingly deliberating. After a long moment, she finally spoke, "If this child isn't from the Redgrave family, you know what the consequences will be."
"Rest assured, ma'am. I wouldn't joke about something like this."
