In the end, he had lost the most precious thing.
Something no one could ever replace.
He turned, and without another word, he walked away.
"Son."
Quentin Grant stopped and turned his head. "Mrs. Grant, the real show is yet to come."
With that, he left the hospital.
Mrs. Grant was furious. She looked at Catherine Callahan. "Catherine, tell me, what on earth is going on? Whose child is it, really?"
Catherine Callahan didn't want to say a single word right now. She sat dejectedly on the bench, hands clasped tightly, head bowed.
"Say something!"
She knew that this time, she and Quentin Grant were worlds apart once more.
There was no longer any chance for them.
They were once so in love.
'How had it come to this?'
'Why!'
Lifting her head again to look at Mrs. Grant, she said through tears, "Godmother, I'm sorry. I deceived you and everyone else. The child wasn't his."
It was just as she had suspected.
Mrs. Grant sat down beside her, her mind in a daze.
