Wanting to walk out from all of these

Valerie’s POV

I was sitting perched on the edge of the hospital bed, my face a mask of confusion and despair. My bawling red eyes, eyes that cried so much, were stuck looking on the floor, trying to make sense of what had come out previously. As Ron stepped in through the door, my eyes turned to him, now hopeful and not quite so skeptical anymore.

"Ron," I said softly, my voice was shaking. "You said something about Charlotte and her plan, that she's somehow involved in this. What do you mean by that? Why should I think this isn't just more speculation?"

Ron sat beside me, his expression somber. "Valerie, it's hard to believe, I know, but I'm sure of what I'm about to tell you. Charlotte did confide in me. She did have a plan, an agenda that she wanted to carry out to confirm her position and eliminate any threats to her future with Drake. The miscarriage was part of her greater scheme.".

My face scrunched up at his words. Charlotte told you of her plan. When was this? Why would she