“He never helps anyone but his mother.”

Olivia stared at Margaret, her eyes wide with a sudden, horrifying realization.

“You never wanted me to be his wife, did you?” Olivia asked, her voice barely audible.

Margaret remained silent, her gaze locked on the window where the sleet was now hitting the glass in steady sheets.

“You wanted someone you could control,” Olivia said, a tear finally spilling over her eyelid.

“Claire was too stubborn for you, so you used me.”

“You knew I was desperate enough to do whatever you asked.”

“You wanted a grandchild you could own, and you used my body to get it.”

Margaret turned slowly, her eyes scanning Olivia with total indifference.

“You were compensated for your cooperation, Olivia,” Margaret said.

“Do not play the victim now.”

“You wanted the Lawson name, and you wanted the lifestyle that came with it.”

“You knew exactly what we were doing when we walked into this clinic.”

“No,” Olivia sobbed, shaking her head violently.

“You told me Claire had abandoned the embryos.”

“You told me she signed them over after the divorce.”