The Rosenthal mansion was a battlefield as Veronica's pregnancy neared its end. Edward, increasingly absent, avoided Veronica at all costs, leaving her to navigate the household dynamics on her own. Millicent, despite her reservations, found herself more entangled in Veronica's life than ever.
Veronica’s mood swings were unpredictable. Some days, she radiated warmth, drawing Millicent into moments of shared laughter while shopping for the baby. On others, she lashed out, accusing Edward of abandonment or directing subtle jabs at Millicent that left her questioning Veronica’s true intentions.
Calista, meanwhile, refused to give up. Though Millicent kept her at arm’s length, Calista continued her investigation into Veronica’s past. The name Blythe was like a shadow that loomed over everything, and Calista was determined to uncover its secrets, even if it meant putting herself in danger.
Veronica’s fixation on Millicent deepened as her pregnancy progressed. She would find excuses to keep Millicent by her side, whether it was asking for help rearranging the nursery or pretending to need advice about motherhood.
“Mill, you’ll be the godmother, won’t you?” Veronica asked one evening, her voice soft but her eyes sharp.
Millicent hesitated. “I… I’m not sure that’s appropriate, Veronica. I mean, it’s Edward’s child—”
“And I’m the mother,” Veronica interrupted, her tone firm. “It’s my decision. I want you to be part of this baby’s life, no matter what.”
Millicent nodded reluctantly, feeling the weight of Veronica’s words.
Edward’s absence from the household became more pronounced, but Veronica had been tracking his every move. When he returned home one night, long after dinner had ended, he found her waiting for him in the library.
“Where were you?” Veronica asked, her voice deceptively calm.
“Out,” Edward replied, loosening his tie.
“With Mia?”
Edward froze, his silence answering the question. Veronica’s lips curled into a bitter smile.
“I’ve known about her for months,” she said. “But you’re a fool if you think she’s your way out.”
“What do you want from me, Veronica?” Edward snapped. “You’ve already got everything—a child, my family’s name, this mansion. What more could you possibly need?”
Veronica stepped closer, her expression unreadable. “You think this is about you? You’ve always been a pawn, Edward. You were never the endgame.”
Edward’s face darkened. “What are you talking about?”
But Veronica walked past him without answering, leaving him seething in the dimly lit room.
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As Veronica’s due date approached, tensions in the mansion reached a boiling point. Millicent began to notice strange occurrences—whispers in the halls, doors left ajar, and the feeling of being watched. She couldn’t shake the sense that Veronica was orchestrating something, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
One stormy night, Millicent woke to the sound of raised voices. She hurried downstairs to find Veronica and Edward locked in a heated argument in the grand foyer.
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