I returned to the Fitzroy family.
Father brought up Oliver Cavendish, the man he'd arranged for me, and moved the engagement forward with a scheduled meeting.
I'd had my reservations, but I unexpectedly let my guard down during the meeting.
Oliver was gentle and kind. When he heard about my past, his eyes held nothing but genuine sympathy, and he showed no intention of pressuring me into marriage.
When I told him about my plans, he was completely on board and immediately offered to help.
With Oliver's support, I quickly built my own apothecary workshop according to my designs.
The first floor was open to the public, selling nourishing prenatal tonics for daily use at affordable, community-friendly prices.
On the second floor, I set up a free fertility clinic for lower-class human an
