Charlene was feeling a little smug, though. She was the one in the passenger seat! That meant something about her status in Brendan’s heart.

Being the city’s elite family, they were allowed to skip the queue and go straight to the check-ups. As Deirdre lay on the examination bed, Charlene suddenly asked, “Do we know the sex of the baby yet, doctor?”

The doctor was personally against answering questions like sex and gender before the baby was born, but his client was the Brighthalls. He would not dare to defy them. “It’s a girl. You’ll be seeing a sweet little princess soon,” she answered as skillfully as she could.

Charlene stole a look at Brendan’s reaction. His eyebrows were furrowed. His eyes were as dark and unlit as the abyss. It was as if the answer displeased him…

She curled the corner of her lips and feigned shock. “A girl? That can’t be right. Are you sure?”

“As sure as ever be.”

Charlene gave an implicative “Oh!” while Madame Brighthall seethed. What was the point of