Claire's face was pale as she walked out, her head heavy and her steps light.
At the Watson Castle, the entire household was in a flurry of activity.
The servants were busy preparing and decorating a room for Adam.
After all, the arrival of a new grandson was cause for great celebration in the Watson family.
"Claire, come here and tell me, which room would you like to choose?" Amanda was personally helping set up Adam's room. As soon as she saw Claire, she greeted her with a warm smile.
"That won't be necessary, thank you," Claire replied, shaking her head. "This isn't my home."
Amanda's smile faded. She sighed softly, love was something no one else could help with.
There was nothing she could do. Her son simply didn't love her.
