CHAPTER 57

Charles POV:

I watched Agatha across the hospital cafeteria, my chest tightening at the sight of her slumped figure, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

It should have been a moment of victory, a confirmation that my plan to break Nathan and Agatha was working.

But a strange ache pulsed in my chest, a feeling that had nothing to do with winning and everything to do with… her pain.

Damn it, Agatha. Why do you have to make this so complicated?

I knew what had happened. Overheard Nathan’s assistant gushing on the phone about the birth of his child.

“The Richards family is officially cursed!” she'd whispered, barely able to contain her glee.

“The poor thing was born with some… problems. It’s really sad, but the grandparents are already talking about disowning her. You know how they are about the Richards’ bloodline.”

She'd cleared her throat then, her voice back to its usual professional tone, completely oblivious to my presence.

It was a cruel twist of fate, a tragedy for a child