Chapter 318

"No worries, work's been pretty light today anyway."

"Have you lost weight?"

Isadora touched her face, feigning surprise. "Really? Maybe it just feels that way —you haven't seen me in almost a month, that's all.”

Eleanor frowned, studying her with concern. "It's not just that you're thinner-your complexion looks off, too. That won't do. When we get home, I'm making sure you eat something nourishing."

They returned to the old family estate.

As soon as they arrived, Eleanor asked the housekeeper to unpack her suitcase and bring out the gifts she'd brought back-a small parade of jewelry, quirky trinkets, and all sorts of treasures, nearly a dozen in total.

Every single one was for Isadora.

In the past, whenever Eleanor traveled, she always brought back gifts, though most were for Prescott and Pearl.

Now, looking at the collection spread out before her, Isadora could tell that Eleanor was trying to make up for lost time.

Isadora said gently. "There's something I

serious tone. "What is it? Look at this brooch-don't you think it's

clover-shaped brooch up to Isadora's

was dressed in a blue sweater today, its hem loose

skirt in the same shade, giving her a youthful,

her chest, the

pleased. "It suits

hesitated for a moment, then dropped

"I'm pregnant."

around her daughter's neck. At those words, her hands froze, and the necklace nearly slipped through her fingers. She

her voice

anxiety spiked. "Pregnant? By whom? Is

whose it is. I want to keep the baby and

herself and for her child. There was no hiding a growing belly, and Eleanor would

at Isadora's face, and Eleanor guessed the truth: it

the Fitzgeralds have to say about this? You're carrying their child-are they willing to marry you? Raising a child alone is no small thing, you know. We're people of standing, too.

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