Why had he changed his mind?
As I rounded the corner, a shrill female voice cut through the air.
"Hudson, you've been running to this prison every single day. What exactly is that supposed to mean?"
My whole body went rigid. It was Aria.
"Don't tell me you've actually fallen for that backwoods nobody."
Her voice dripped with mockery, laced with a towering arrogance.
"If it weren't for the fact that I can't have children, do you really think I would've allowed Thelma to carry yours?"
"After all, everyone knows those children are set to inherit the Farley-Fox alliance."
I stopped walking. I pressed my back against the wall and waited for Hudson's response.
A long silence passed before the man's voice finally came, heavy with exhaustion.
"Aria, ten years ago, you were the one who chose Thelma. You engineered the whole thing—made her fall in love with me."
"I just—"
"Just what? Just felt sorry for her, so you fell in love with her?"
"Hudson, did you ever tell Thelma that the babies she carried for ten months were ours? Yours and mine?"
What did Aria mean?
I stood frozen in place. My mind went blank.
"She probably still doesn't know, does she? She was nothing more than a vessel for the pregnancy."