“It's nothing,” Henry murmured.

He waited a long moment before softly whispering in her ear, “Thank you.”

Henry had long since ceased his suspicions; Nathan was the brother he had doted on from childhood, incapable of the accusations against him.

But his real worry was something else. He feared that Giselle might grow to resent their child, just as she had begun to resent him.

Yet, moments ago, when she said, “He is very precious to me,” relief washed over ...