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"Do you think the public thinks of you as anything less than family? You still bear our name. You bore our heir."
My fists were clenched at my sides. "The only heir I ever bore was my son. And he is mine before he is yours."
Leonard's face set. The silence that followed was heavy, pressing on my lungs.
Finally, he leaned in. "If you love that boy, you will do what I say. Publicly discard the rumors. Make a formal apology for any misunderstandings. Stay away from Clay Banner's company. Be humble, and this will pass."
My breath caught. Humility. Apologize. Avoid Clay. They wanted me to bend to their will, to abandon the one person who had stood by me.
Clay's fists were tight at his sides. "You're asking her to lie, to forfeit her dignity, just so Everett can look strong again."
