“Elena, I think you had better go,” Ronald softly said, allowing Scarlet to take his trembling hand, grateful for the support that hid it. Elena stared at him with wide, shocked eyes, as if she’d never ever dreamed Ronald might deny her something. It was his own fault, he knew. He had spoiled her, tried to buy her affection along with her body. She was not to be blamed for her own nature, but he was too old and too ill to put up with it. And more, he was tired. “Have the driver take you to Reno’s, I’ll let him know you’re on your way.”
“But, Ron!” Elena said, and the high-pitched desperation in her voice only made him feel worse. “Ron, didn’t you hear me? I’m pregnant with your child!”
He closed his eyes sadly and shook his head, sighing, “No, Elena, that isn’t possible, I’m sorry. I had a surgery done years ago, there is no chance the baby is mine.”
He watched her fair cheeks flush with dark blood, her mouth dropping open in shock.
“I told no one,” he said. “Not even Rufus. But there is simply no chance you could carry my child. I’m sorry. Go down to the car, I will have your things sent over to Reno’s in the morning.”
With that, he followed Scarlet’s gentle urging and headed to his own suite to check up on what Lazard had accomplished while he was absent. Continue reading