Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, Enrico was speechless. He had expected anger, maybe even rejection. But Isabella was composed, her gaze unwavering as she spoke. It took him a second to fully process what she had just said.
"You’re open to it?" he repeated, almost incredulous. He studied her, waiting for any sign of hesitation or doubt.
Isabella smirked, her eyes softening as she leaned back in her chair. "Yes. It’s your child after all, Enrico. I’m not going to hold that against you."
Enrico was stunned by her response. He had anticipated a fight, braced himself for a storm of emotions, but instead, here she was, calm, rational, and even open to a future that involved this child. He admired her strength, her ability to see beyond the complications and embrace what mattered
