Henry walked closer, his expression shifting into something intensely serious yet remaining controlled. He sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight, and looked directly into Celine's eyes as they began to shimmer with unshed tears.
"Just like I told you, Celine," Henry said, his voice low and cool, yet deeply protective. "I will take responsibility for your pregnancy. Let everyone, including Leo, believe this baby is mine. It is the only way you can truly break free from him without giving him a legal reason to pursue you ever again."
"B-but..." Celine let the sentence hang. Her tongue felt too heavy to voice her doubts.
