My Husband’s Heir Cost Him His Own Daughter Chapter 17

My Husband’s Heir Cost Him His Own Daughter Chapter 17

He pulled his arm free and started walking.

Savannah panicked.

Seeing him about to leave the terrace, her expression shifted. She reached into her arms and gave the baby a sharp pinch on the thigh.

“Waaah—!”

The infant’s shriek split the night, stopping Carter in his tracks.

Several family elders and guests hurried over.

“Carter, the baby’s crying. You can’t just leave.”

“That’s right. The matter with Amelia is settled. The family’s dignity comes first today.”

“Go after the party. Don’t embarrass the Duponts in front of all these people.”

Carter stood frozen. He turned back.

Savannah held the wailing baby, her own face streaked with tears.

The image superimposed itself over a hundred other moments when that same look had made him yield.

In the end, the foot he had stepped forward, he drew back.

“All right.” He closed his eyes, his voice a whisper of exhaustion. “I won’t go. I’ll stay.”

At that same moment, on a private airstrip in Charleston, I held my daughter and boarded the Gulfstream G650 bound for Boston.

The plane climbed steadily, and the city lights below shrank until they were just a glittering blur.