Jonathan drew a deep breath, his shoulders tensing as he prepared to address the woman standing before them. “Lucy, listen to me—”
“No need.” Lucy cut him off sharply, her voice carrying the weight of accumulated resentment. Her eyes, once warm when looking at her granddaughter, now held an icy determination. “I’ve read enough. Even before the entire country knew, I already knew about Finn Harrison. And you.” She turned her piercing gaze toward Blair, each word calculated to wound. “You inserted yourself into another man’s marriage. And now—as if nothing ever happened—you stand here like you’re my granddaughter’s new mother.”
Blair felt the familiar tightness in her chest, the same feeling she’d experienced countless times when facing hostile reporters or judgmental stares. But this was
