Millie listened quietly to her mother’s words.
A heavy weight settled in her chest—this was a possibility she’d never considered before.
In powerful, old-money families like the Davidsons, nothing mattered more than reputation and honor.
She had thought she was standing up for the Davidson family, fighting for what was right. But now, it was clear their real concern was the family’s name, not justice.
And from a man's perspective, no one wanted to be the fool—especially not to raise a child for years, only to find out he wasn’t really his own. For any man, that would be a humiliation hard to swallow.
No wonder Alexander had stepped forward to set the record straight.
Millie’s grip on her phone tightened as she replayed Alexander’s questions in her mind. His tone had been calm, but there was a sharpness beneath the surface.
Did he already suspect something?
She and Alexander had grown up together, but what did she really know about him? As kids, she could read him easily—back then, Alexander had been laid-back, a little reckless, charming in a way that made every girl swoon.
He came from privilege, carried himself with a kind of effortless, untouchable confidence. Even back in school, he’d been the one everyone noticed.
But somewhere along the way, he’d changed. He didn’t laugh as much. The youthful spark in his eyes had faded. She couldn’t even remember when his smile had started to disappear.
From that moment on, he’d become a mystery to her.
She’d always chalked it up to growing up—men matured, took on more responsibility, especially someone bearing the weight of an entire family legacy.
Just now, when Alexander had asked about the reporters and her thoughts on the matter, she wasn’t sure if he suspected her involvement. But why would he? They’d been friends since childhood. He’d always trusted her, always taken her side.
His questions must have been about getting her opinion, figuring out how to deal with the people behind the journalist—not about doubting her.
Millie finally spoke, “Mom, he trusts me. He wouldn’t even think I was involved. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have left Raffy in my care the moment I got back.”
Leanne’s voice was gentle but probing. “Sometimes, you need to think things through carefully. If he really trusts you, why did he never visit while you were away all those years?”
“I just think you should talk to him directly. Find out what he wants, how you can work with him—don’t let him make all the decisions for you.”
Millie took a long, steadying breath. “I understand. I’ll find the right time to talk to him about everything.”
“Now that he’s divorced, has he said anything about marrying you? Has he given you any hint?”
Leanne’s concern was obvious. For her, this was about more than just love—it was about the family’s future.
If Millie really married into the Davidsons, their lives would be set for good. And if Alexander was so good to her before marriage, what more would he do as her husband?
Millie turned her mother’s words over in her mind, recalling everything Alexander had done.
Finally, she was sure.
“He wants to marry me. Everything he’s done for me and Raffy has been to give us a rightful place by his side.”
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