Grace stumbled over her words, sentences fracturing into silence as Gordon's verbal dagger left her entire body quaking.
His declaration sent a collective gasp through the room, draining the blood from every face present. Yet Gordon himself remained every inch the unshakable aristocrat, his effortless grace belying the dangerous glint in his eyes—hinting at something sharper beneath that perfectly composed surface.
Tracy's mind blanked like a screen cut to static, her hands locking up as if someone had ripped off her mask, leaving her completely exposed.
Grace clenched her fists. This was her moment. Even if Gordon didn't love her, just being connected to him would be a privilege beyond measure.
"The child is Tracy's, Mr. Hayworth. I wish you both happiness."
She dodged the question n
