Reynold’s POV
“Are you sure about this, Thea?” I asked, unease knotting in my stomach.
“Yes, Reynold. She’s a friend, and it’ll be easier for her to take care of things—discreetly, with no complications,” Thea said, her voice steady and convincing. But then she tilted her head, eyes narrowing just slightly. “But… whose pregnancy are we talking about?”
I stiffened. That wasn’t something I was willing to share—not with her.
“That’s none of your business, alright?” I replied coldly, my tone sharper than intended. “Where is she?”
Thea looked past me and nodded toward a woman approaching. “There she is.”
I followed her gaze to a woman in her early fifties, dressed plainly, her steps confident and precise.
“Reynold, meet Mrs. Hales,” Thea introduced.
“Nice to meet you,” I said, extending
