Mrs. Roswell had known all along that Richard was sterile. The catastrophic car accident three years ago had not involved Arabella; it had shattered her own precious son, Richard. "Arabella, you know Mother had no other choice back then," Mrs. Roswell said, her tone dripping with manufactured empathy. "I only have one son, and the Roswell family has no other direct heir. If the business world found out he was sterile, the corporate stock would have plummeted overnight." "You loved him so deeply back then. You couldn't bear to let a proud man like him become the laughingstock of the elite, known across the city as the eldest young master of the Roswell dynasty with an unspeakable flaw. So you helped him hide the truth, taking the blame for infertility upon yourself." Mrs. Roswell sighed, reaching out to pat Arabella's hand. "Mother knows. You've suffered in silence for three years." Arabella stared at those manicured, opulent hands, her mind flashing back to that exact day three ye
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