"But you don't believe me—"
"What matters now," she interrupted gently, voice turning softer, almost persuasive, "is that your wedding ring is back. You've recovered, the ring has returned to you, so calm down now… breathe. Don't distress yourself and risk affecting the baby."
Not long after, Starla arrived, with Soren following a step behind her.
"Anna," she greeted Madam Beckett first, before turning with a bright smile toward Ryley.
"Ryley." Her beautiful face lit up as she hurried to his side. "I'm so glad you're finally out of the hospital."
Her blue eyes drifted instinctively to his lower abdomen, warmth softening her expression further.
"I wish you a safe and another wonderful journey in welcoming this baby."
"Thank you for the kind prayer, Miss," Ryley replied with equal warmth.
But the smile faded almost immediately when his gaze met Soren's figure.
For some reason, the omega kept his eyes lowered—as though deliberately avoiding eye contact.
