"How is Tamara doing?"
This wasn't the first time he had asked about her.
Fitch’s instincts flared. For whatever reason, this untouchable phantom was bizarrely invested in the well-being of his daughter-in-law.
Desperate to get back in his good graces after that brutal warning, Fitch immediately perked up, intentionally softening his tone as he delivered a glowing report.
"Please, don't worry about a thing. She's doing wonderfully."
"I've hired a private nutritionist and a full-time nanny just for her. Her prenatal appointments are all scheduled, her health is fantastic, and her appetite is great."
"The private doctor I brought in gave me a full update recently. The baby is developing perfectly."
He paused, eager to prove his diligence. "I even reviewed the 4D ultrasound she had a few days ago. The little guy is super active. Mother and baby are both in peak condition."
The mechanical voice gave nothing away. "Is she aware of the absolute disaster happening with her family?"
"How is her mental state?"
"Very stable!"
Fitch answered instantly. "Rest assured, I haven't breathed a single word to her about the chaos with the Sloans."
"The last thing we need is her getting stressed and risking the pregnancy. That would be a catastrophe."
"I’ve kept her completely in the dark. Right now, her only job is to relax at the estate and focus on the baby. She doesn't have a single care in the world."
"Good."
"As long as she is healthy, that is all that matters."
It was impossible to tell if the Benefactor was pleased, but his next words carried a suffocating weight of authority.
"However..."

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