Chapter 300

Prescott Ellington’s voice came loud and sharp, practically barking. Little Lottie stirred at the sudden noise, her chubby face peeking out from Camila Harrington’s arms, dazed and half-awake. Still groggy, she blinked up at Prescott and mumbled sweetly, “Daddy.” The soft, sticky-sweet sound landed like a gut punch. Both Camila and Prescott froze. Camila looked like she’d just been hit by a truck. How did Lottie even know to call him that? No one in the family had ever mentioned Prescott in front of her. They were always so tight-lipped. So where did that come from? She stood there, wide-eyed, stunned and completely thrown. And just like that, all that fierce tension radiating off Prescott vanished under Lottie’s curious stare. It melted off him like a wave pulling back from shore. Something stirred inside him—hard to explain, like... like a faint pull between hearts. “I’ll take her home now. Just... stay here a bit, okay?” Camila said hesitantly. She was nervous—way more than she want