Chapter 258

Margo nodded once. “Yes. A son.”

Beatrice’s napkin hit the table with a slap as she shot to her feet, eyes wide with disbelief. “No! That’s impossible! If it were true, why are we only hearing about it now? Who’s the mother?”

Meeting their stunned stares, Margo forced herself to answer. “Camilla.”

Vivian’s chair screeched against the floor as she jumped up. “What?!” Her voice rose sharply. “Camill