Chapter 327

Nathaniel stared at her, equally bewildered.

Christopher had already guided her to the dining chair. He picked up a spoon and held it toward Isabella's lips.

She frowned. "I'm not hungry, sweetheart. Mommy already ate."

"But you need nutrients! Even I know that. Don't be shy, Mommy."

His eyes sparkled as they dropped to her abdomen. "So," he whispered excitedly, "will it be a brother or a sister?"

Isabella froze.

A sibling?

Did Oliver believe she and Nathaniel had been intimate at the hotel?

Of course he would. Why else would he prepare liver soup and mention babies?

"Darling," she explained gently, "Mommy didn't do anything like that. You're letting your imagination run wild. And besides—"

"I understand! You're superstitious and won't talk about it before three months!" He pressed a finger to his lips. "Don't worry, it's our secret!"

Isabella sighed in exasperation.

What were children learning these days? Before she could formulate a proper explanation, Oliver suddenly brightened and scurried into his bedroom.

Through the cracked door, she watched him sorting through his toys.

She turned to Nathaniel. "What do we do now? How do we explain this?"

"We don't. Sebastian said maintaining his happiness is crucial for his health." Nathaniel remained completely unbothered.

Isabella rolled her eyes. Of course he wouldn't mind—he wasn't the supposedly pregnant one.

Speaking of which...

"Didn't you promise to focus on curing Oliver within three months? Any progress?"

"Sebastian went to America. He's studying the latest treatment methods. We're optimistic."

Isabella's brow furrowed. Optimistic?

So there were no guarantees?

She supposed that made sense. Mental health remained one of medicine's greatest challenges worldwide.

Her gaze returned to Oliver, who now alternated between toy cars and dolls with a delighted smile. He seemed to be deciding which toy would suit a brother or sister.

He deserved a joyful childhood. Why did he have to suffer like this? If only he had a permanent mother figure—someone who could give him a sibling. Perhaps then he'd find daily happiness and eventually heal.

The thought tugged painfully at her heart.

A notification chimed on her phone.

A message from Beatrice. [Master Worthington expects you at The Ivy at 8 PM tonight. Don't forget. Thank you!]

Isabella replied with a simple [Okay.]

The incident between Arabella and Genevieve had exploded across social media. The Horizon Night event had dominated international headlines, creating a publicity windfall for everyone involved.

The industry had crowned Isabella with a new title: "God's Hand."

People resurrected her Guci counter-strategy story. They now called her the "Undisputed God's Hand," surpassing even Genevieve Beaumont—though nobody had heard from the former PR queen since her company collapsed.

Isabella had been back in Westchester for less than two months, yet everything had changed.

At The Ivy, Master Worthington sat waiting with a woman beside him.

It was Vivienne.