He Chose Another Heir Now He Wants Me Back Chapter 18
I lowered my head and held my mother’s hand.
“I’m fine,” she said, looking at me. “As for Ophelia, I know everything. After you left, Luca came to see me every Christmas. She came, too. I won’t pass judgment on their marriage.”
She paused, taking a few slow breaths.
“But there’s one thing I have to tell you.”
No one in the room moved.
“That child isn’t Luca’s.”
Sunlight fell across the white hospital sheets.
The color drained from Ophelia’s face.
She staggered back, knocking over the bowl of soup on the bedside table. It shattered on the floor, broth splashing everywhere.
“Mom…” Her voice was sharp. “The fever is making you confused.”
Maria didn’t look at her.
She looked only at me.