I knew it was Isobel who had called Dante.
Turning back, I looked at the pregnancy report on the table. According to the information, Isobel got pregnant a little over five weeks ago.
On the day of conception, Dante had been gone the entire night. He told me that he went to Cassington to deal with an issue with a smuggled shipment at the port. Thinking about it now, I realized that he’d been with her, completing the surgery that was supposedly nothing more than helping her pass down her family bloodline.
This proved that my permission had been considered an unessential part of the plan from the start. They merely waited to “inform” me. They never truly sought my agreement.
All along, I’d been waiting in anticipation for my wedding day. I was eager to take Dante’s hand and stand at the altar together. But now, all of my thrill and excitement had vanished into thin air. Not a trace was left behind.
Just then, the buzzing from my phone pulled me out of my thoughts. The voice that rang out through the speaker belonged to Julia Carter, a college senior of mine.
“Nina, I know you’re about to get married, but I still wanted to ask you one more time. Are you sure you don’t want to consider joining us at the hospital?” Julia urged.
“You’re the most talented student Professor Moore has ever taught. He continues to hope that you can join our medical team. Since you’re
