JULIA
Andy was still trembling in my arms.
The news didn’t come as a surprise for me. Of course, I was telling the truth. Why would I deliberately go through this if Andy wasn’t Evan’s son?
Garyn looked overjoyed, while Evan appeared relieved.
My focus was on Andy, though, who cried harder in my arms.
I rubbed his back in slow circles, whispering softly to him, “It’s okay, bub. I’m here. I’ve got you.”
But his tears didn’t stop, and every quiet hiccup he made chipped away at my already fragile heart.
Garyn stood nearby, observing the scene with an expression I could only describe as disapproving.
“He shouldn’t cry,” Garyn said with all seriousness. “Crying is a sign of weakness. And he’s no ordinary boy now—he’s an heir. Our heir.”
I glared at him, feeling my hate for him i
