Isabelle stood there, stunned, as her mind raced with a thousand thoughts.
'Is it the truth or just another lie? If the baby isn't Nicholas', why did he bring that woman here?' Isabelle wondered.
"Is it true?" Her voice was barely a whisper, her whole demeanor fragile, like she could shatter at any moment.
"Of course," Nicholas said firmly.
The weight that had been crushing her seemed to lift suddenly, and Isabelle felt like she could breathe a little easier.
"I'm not the father, but I do have some connection to the child," Nicholas said with visible frustration. "You'll find out soon enough."
He took Isabelle's hand in his, pressed a kiss to her knuckles, and led her back to the living room.
Isabelle followed him numbly, wondering what kind of connection he meant.
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