That baby wasn't yours, Richard, she used it to trap you, Mrs. Kiara broke the news and her words echoed in the room like a bombshell, Richard's eyes widened in shock as it slowly blinked with pain, his face pale as he struggled to process the truth. Brindle's eyes narrowed, her heart racing with fear. Her truth was finally out. She rushed to Richard's side, her hands folded in a pleading gesture. "No, no, no," she said, her voice trembling. "Don't believe her, please. That baby was yours, ours... she-she is lying." She rushed to Mrs. Kiara. "Please, Mother, don't say that about me. I know you don't like me, but please don't lie about my child," Brindle begged, tears streaming down her face. "You can lie about everything else, but not about my child. My poor baby... why are you trying to bring back my pain?" She pleaded, "You can hurt me, but not Richard. Look at your son. Look at him," Brindle said, pointing to Richard, who stood there, his eyes frozen in a mixture of shock

"If you think he's going to be a problem for me in the future, get rid of him. I don't leave any threats unresolved," Mr. Whimper said, his phone clutched to his ear."Yes, yes, I mean end him immediately. As simple as that," he added before ending the call. "And you, what are you doing just standing there? I told you to send out the invitation cards. The party needs to happen before we leave for Paris!" He barked as he turns his attention to a nearby guard.."Yes, Sir, right away," the guard replied, rushing off without hesitation. "Mr. Whimper, Mr. Whimper, there is someone outside looking for you," one maid has she rushed to him, her voice urgent."And who is that?" Mr. Whimper asked, his fury barely contained."I don't know, Sir. The outside guard called to let us know," the maid said."Did you check the visitor bookings to see who it might be?" Mr. Whimper asked, his patience wearing thin."Yes, yes, Sir. There were no details matching the person's description on the booking li