Elizabeth cut in sharply, “Alec is my strong, healthy grandson. Who could possibly keep him from a family dinner?”
She cast a pointed, sarcastic glance in my direction.
“Besides, tonight’s dinner was meant to welcome the child back into the fold.”
Primrose’s eyes stayed nervously locked on me the entire time.
She pulled out a chair for me and served my plate with careful hands, trying hard to win my favor.
“Carson, Mom and Dad are getting old. They long for a grandchild. Don’t blame me for making this decision alone. Whether the child becomes officially part of the family still depends on your consent.”
Both her parents’ faces showed clear disapproval, as they had never liked the way Primrose doted on me.
“Primrose, don’t forget who truly commands the Archival family. Carson is your husband, not some outsider who married in. Don’t tarnish the Archival name.”
I didn’t even touch my spoon or fork, sitting silent and unmoved.
We had been married for ten years. I had chosen to remain childfree, and Primrose had respected that; no children came of our union.
But her parents never understood.