Evelyn’s POV
The days had begun to move so fast. Mornings in the Blackwood mansion came softly, with the rustle of leaves in the courtyard, and the muted hum of the staff moving quietly around the house. The sun shone brightly over the garden casting its rays across the building.
Weeks had passed since Vanessa’s visit with the proof of her pregnancy, and since her visit to Dr Allen, but the memory still lingered like a shadow, even though life had moved on. Damian had gone back to his work routine, Gregory had resumed his chess games in the study, and Evelyn… Evelyn had learned to live between calm and uncertainty.
She walked slowly along the terrace that morning, one hand resting absently over her stomach. The air was cool, scented faintly with rain and roses. The garden below shimmer
