Chapter 217

On the other end of the line, Beatrice Fairchild paused. Honestly, she had a ton she wanted to say. Camila was the only daughter she and Dorian Harrington had, and she’d been spoiled her whole life. Deep down, she wasn’t ready to see her little girl married off so soon. And then... had they taken precautions after sleeping together? That worried her too. As Camila’s mom, she loved her dearly and didn’t want her daughter getting pregnant before marriage. But even if she was concerned, she was also a woman and an elder—it just didn’t feel right discussing those things with Prescott Ellington. “Ma’am, did you have breakfast yet?” Prescott, clearly sensing her hesitation, smoothly changed the subject. “Not yet. Your uncle’s cooking something. Anyway, Prescott, I won’t keep you any longer. We’ll talk more about the wedding once we visit you both.” “Sure.” Prescott was about to set the phone down when his eyes fell on the screen. He took a second look—it was a picture of him. It was from his