LADY Frances sat motionless in her study, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The air in the room felt heavier than usual, thick with the weight of Wilson's words.

"It would make you a mother. Not just Oswald's mother, Carlson's too."

She exhaled shakily, closing her eyes as the words echoed in her mind. Had she truly abandoned Carlson? Had she really let her firstborn rot in that cell without a second thought?

She wanted to believe she had done the right thing, that she had acted out of necessity, not favoritism. But the more she tried to convince herself, the less she believed it.

Carlson had done something...