Chapter 468

Was this Amelia and Nathaniel's child?

Evelyn stared at the boy, frozen for a moment before lifting her gaze to meet Amelia's radiant smile.

Amelia beamed at her. "Evelyn, I didn’t get a chance to greet you properly yesterday. I hope you’ve been well."

Evelyn offered a faint smile. "Yes, I have. You look lovely, Miss Amelia."

Amelia lifted the toddler from his stroller, removing the pacifier from his mouth. "Ethan, this is Miss Evelyn."

Ethan, just over a year old and still wobbly on his feet, babbled shyly, "M-Miss E-Evelyn."

Perhaps it was her own pregnancy, but Evelyn couldn’t help finding the little boy utterly endearing. She nodded. "Hello there."

The child, clearly uneasy around strangers, clung to Amelia’s neck and buried his face in her shoulder.

Amelia chuckled, adjusting her hold on him. "Don’t mind him, Evelyn. Ethan’s a bit shy with new people."

Evelyn shrugged it off. "It’s fine. Are you here to see Mister Samuel? He’s in his office."

She lowered her head, returning to her translation work.

But Amelia didn’t move. Instead, she lingered, watching Evelyn type before asking, "Evelyn, tell me—does Ethan look more like me or Nathaniel? I can never decide!"

Evelyn glanced up again, studying the boy. After a moment, she answered, "He favors you more."

Amelia’s smile widened. "Really? Nathaniel says the same! They say boys take after their mothers when they’re young but grow to resemble their fathers. I hope Ethan turns out as handsome as his dad."

Evelyn gave a polite nod. "I’m sure he will."

Amelia tilted her head. "Would you truly wish that for us?"

Evelyn didn’t look up this time, fingers still moving across the keyboard. "What do you think?"

Amelia laughed, the sound light but edged with something sharper. "I think you wouldn’t. You’d be jealous."

Evelyn paused mid-type, then let out a dry chuckle. "You’re overestimating me, Miss Amelia. I’m far too busy to care about the Nathaniel you’re referring to."

Amelia’s smile faltered, her gaze turning icy. "I hope you mean that."

With that, she finally carried Ethan into Samuel’s office.

The door clicked shut. Evelyn stopped typing, pressing a hand to her stomach.

Seeing Amelia’s child had stirred something uncomfortable inside her.

She rubbed slow circles over her belly, murmuring, "It’s okay. Even without your father, I can manage. Just behave, alright? Don’t make this harder than it needs to be."

The discomfort eased. Evelyn exhaled and resumed work.

Her feelings about this child were tangled. And she knew—society would never approve of her raising it alone.