Seraphina Quinn's heart skipped a beat, throbbing painfully.
But she quickly composed herself. "And have him be born a bastard?"
The man gripped her chin, the pad of his thumb tracing her lips. "A mother's status is elevated by her son. Understand?"
Seraphina Quinn's heart jolted again. "What do you mean? Are you planning to divorce Audrey Winslow, and then..."
The man scoffed, patting her cheek lightly with his fingers.
"Miss Quinn, what are you thinking? With your current status, you couldn't marry into the Fairchild Family even if you gave me ten sons. What I mean is, after you have a son, you can at least be my mistress, kept on the side. But the boy will be legally adopted under Audrey's name. That way, there's no such thing as an illegitimate child."
Hope died completely in Seraphina Quinn's heart.
Of course, she also felt ashamed of her own greed.
'How could I have entertained such crooked thoughts?'
'Audrey is so good, and her daughter is so lovely.'
