He had always been so incredibly good to her—so good that she couldn't stomach the thought of manipulating his sense of duty just to fulfill their adoptive mother's sick demands.
After all, he already had a woman he loved.
He had even brought little Stella here to live with him; it was painfully obvious he had no desire to father any more children.
Yet, for her sake, he was preparing to force himself into an unspeakable act that completely violated his own morals.
She felt utterly unworthy of the sacrifices he was making for her.
Maisie wept harder, her shoulders violently trembling with every sob.
Stella quickly slid out of her chair, rushing over to press a napkin into the crying woman's hand.
"Ms. Miller, why are you crying? Are you okay?"
Mason also offered a tense warning. "Keep your emotions in check. Don't let anyone notice. If Gideon finds out about this now, I'm afraid it will completely break him."
Even after the baby was born, Gideon might still never recover from the betrayal.
But if Mason paid for his sins with his life, perhaps the blow wouldn't completely destroy his friend.
Right at that moment, Ivy and Alaric came walking down the stairs.
Maisie immediately wiped her tears, plastering on a fake smile as she chatted with the little girl to mask her agony.
But Ivy instantly sensed that something was wrong.
She took a seat next to Maisie, choosing not to pry, and simply offered a friendly greeting instead.
Mason also acted as if everything was perfectly normal, turning to Alaric as he sat down.
"So, the kid tells me you two are busy making a baby upstairs?"
He just wanted to pivot the conversation to ensure Alaric and Ivy wouldn't notice any cracks in their composure.
The truth of what was happening between him and his adopted sister was simply too horrifying to risk exposing.
Ivy was mortified. Before Alaric could open his mouth, she quickly interjected.
"No! Of course not. Don't get the wrong idea, Mr. Miller."
Alaric chimed in smoothly.
"I heard it's bad luck for a couple to be intimate in someone else's house. Some people are incredibly superstitious about it, so I obviously wouldn't dare."
Those words were entirely meant for Ivy.
He had never heard of such a ridiculous rule in his life, and he had no idea where she had picked it up.
Mason scoffed.
"If you don't have the skills to make your own wife give in, just admit it. Don't blame it on superstition."



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