Chapter 348

When Conrad Hilliard came out of the bedroom in his pajamas, Calliope Godfrey was still in the bathroom, scrubbing her hands over and over again. All that mess had drained her pretty thoroughly. The storm in her head had finally settled, but in its place was this deep, bone-level exhaustion. She didn’t even have the energy to take a shower—her head hit the pillow and she knocked out instantly. Seeing little Leo already dozing on the living room couch, Conrad sighed and bent down to scoop up the small bundle, carrying him upstairs to the apartment. — Elsewhere, at the family’s old villa. Jonathan Godfrey paced the living room like a caged animal. The court notice from the lawyer earlier that evening was like a guillotine hanging over his head, crushing any trace of calm he'd managed to keep up before. He hung on anxiously till the early hours, when Rosemary Miller finally strolled in. She smelled like alcohol, and the fancy qipao she wore was clearly rumpled. The moment he saw her, Jona