Not everything can be forgiven.
Daniel fell silent.
Back then, her stubbornness had worn him down—and left a regret that would last a lifetime.
…
Aurora hadn’t expected Monica to show up.
Monica entered the hospital room with a bouquet of carnations, placing them gently by the bedside. “Grandma Grace, I came to see you,” she announced.
Grandma Grace looked at Aurora in confusion. “And you are…?”
Aurora’s face darkened. She moved quickly to usher Monica out. “Ms. Cooper, you’re not welcome here.” Even from across the room, Aurora could sense Monica’s restless ambition.
But Monica wouldn’t budge.
She pulled a check from her purse, her polite smile not quite masking the threat in her words. “This is just a small token from me.”
Aurora stared back, cold and unmoved. She hadn’t expected Monica to resort to money so quickly—so eager to buy her off.
She said nothing.
Monica maintained her smile as she placed the check on the bedside table. “I know Ms. Quinn has a talent for fragrances. I could recommend her for advanced training with Ms. Catherine—wouldn’t you like that?”
She sweetened the offer, certain Aurora would be tempted.
Then Monica turned her attention to Grandma Grace. “And about Samuel… Grandma, Samuel is your grandson. You should talk to Ms. Quinn—keep this from getting ugly.”
“Monica.” Aurora cut through Monica’s endless chatter. “Leave. Now.”
Monica shrugged, finally exiting the room.
Out in the hallway, she stood tall, every inch the picture of entitlement. “Samuel is your brother, you shouldn’t have called the police,” she said, her tone sharp and commanding.
Monica mistook her silence for submission. A flicker of triumph crossed her face.
Until Daniel’s voice rang out behind her. “Ms. Cooper, you certainly aren’t shy, are you?”
Monica’s expression shifted instantly. She turned, her voice suddenly sweet. “Dan, you’re here!”
Daniel strode forward and took Aurora’s cold hand in his own, speaking in a low, steady voice. “Aurora, did she upset you?”
Aurora looked at Monica, her lips pressed in a thin line. “Ms. Cooper just told me that losing my child was no one’s fault but mine. That I wasn’t worthy to carry a Chambers baby.”
Monica bristled. “I never called you unworthy!”
She was sure she’d only said Aurora’s background was ordinary.
Aurora was deliberately twisting her words in front of Daniel.
Now Monica saw it clearly—this woman was far more calculating than she’d realized.

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