Even Travis Miller, who was listening from the side, couldn't help but be startled by the news.
His gaze swept over Arabella Vanderbilt's belly and nonchalantly rested on the graceful figure of Abigail Hemsworth, who was standing nearby in a shirt dress.
Something fleeting flashed across his eyes and vanished in an instant.
He turned and walked into the living room, seemingly unaffected by the mention of the Peace Welfare Home that Arabella Vanderbilt had just brought up.
Perhaps all he wanted now was for Abigail Hemsworth to stay obediently.
To stay, that would be enough.
Abigail Hemsworth watched his receding back, her tense emotions gradually relaxing.
She then turned to Arabella Vanderbilt. The carefree look she usually wore seemed almost maternal now, her eyes brimming with anticipation and longing.
Her heart stirred slightly. If she couldn't fully understand Abigail Hemsworth's feelings before, now watching her, Arabella Vanderbilt felt only a bittersweet sympathy.
