Ever since Harrison Westbrook found out I was pregnant, he had become much more attentive.He returned home on time, ordered the staff to prepare nutritious meals for me, and even took walks with me around the garden after dinner.To anyone else, we seemed like a loving married couple.Penelope Harrington also came by the house often. She would affectionately link her arm through mine, call me Katherine, and tell me all sorts of things about caring for a baby, as if she were genuinely happy for me.Once, she even stroked my belly and asked innocently, "Katherine, can I be the baby's godmother when he's born?"I looked at her pure, innocent face and felt my stomach churn.I smiled. "Sure, as long as Harrison agrees."Harrison stood nearby, watching us with a gentle smile. "Penelope loves kids. Of course she can."They put on one little loving display after another right in front of me, performing their fake acts, while I played along with their performance.I suppressed the dis
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