Evelyn Crawford was at a loss for words.
Indeed, she had almost forgotten that she had been lying to him from the very start.
Just like the boy who cried wolf, even if she told the truth, no one would believe her.
Any explanations now would only make her look more foolish.
Evelyn Crawford turned around, unable to bear the shame, her back facing Jasper Bollock.
Seeing her lonely figure and considering her physical condition, Jasper's heart softened a bit. He reached out and gently squeezed her delicate shoulder.
"I didn't mean anything by it, don't overthink it—you were tired last night, get some rest."
Evelyn nodded her head, without speaking.
After Jasper left, she sat dejectedly on a chair next to the cradle.
Inside the cradle, Charlotte Bollock happily played with her tongue, occasionally blowing spit bubbles.
Evelyn looked at her and gently poked the little one's tender mouth with her finger.
