My Husband’s Heir Cost Him His Own Daughter Chapter 48

My Husband’s Heir Cost Him His Own Daughter Chapter 48

That morning, Carter was standing at his usual post outside the gate.

In our garden, two uniformed nannies were hanging tiny clothes on a line.

Pink onesies, lace-trimmed socks, each piece a miniature flag of domesticity.

“Little Claire was fussy again half the night.”

“The doctor said it might be colic. Being premature, she’s so delicate. Poor thing. Hasn’t seen her father a day in her life.”

“Fortunately, the Lowells dote on her. Miss Amelia and the baby have more than enough love.”

“Yes. I just hope that man never comes near them again.”

The words drifted across the quiet street and landed like blows.

Carter froze, as if struck by lightning.

“Claire… premature… the child… since the day she was born…”

Claire.

The name he and Amelia had chosen together.

The fragments of conversation pieced themselves together into an undeniable truth.

Amelia had given birth to their child.

The child hadn’t died.

She had brought their daughter back to Boston.

He stood there, a single sentence echoing in his mind.

His daughter was alive.