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    “Then Felipe’s mother called me too,” Farrah added. She didn’t share the exact words, but she revealed her heart. “I don’t want my baby to be caught in some tug-of-war after they’re born. I don’t want them growing up in a world full of scheming and conflict.”


    She understood thew—children under two stayed with their mothers. And the father wouldn’t be able to take them away once they grew up. But she didn’t trust the Yates family one bit.


    Too many unknowns, too much danger. She was terrified the child would one day hate her for bringing them into this mess.


    “Do you love this child?” Freya asked quietly.


    Farrah stayed silent. Of course, she did. How could she not love her first baby?


    “I can help you deal with the Yates family,” Freya said sincerely, hoping she’d reconsider. “But you have to think everything through for yourself. No matter what you decide, I’ll stand by you.”


    As a woman, the thought of ending a pregnancy twisted Freya’s heart. It was a life, after all.


    But from a practical standpoint, giving birth to this baby meant Farrah would forever be tied to Felipe. He was, after all, the biological father.


    Still, whatever Farrah chose, Freya would support her.


    “Take a few days to think,” Freya said gently. “Don’t let that one phone call cloud your judgment. You’re too emotional right now.”


    “Freya…”


    “Don’t be scared. Forget the outside noise. Just listen to your heart, Farrah.”


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    Farrah didn’t know what to do.


    Part of her wanted to keep the child. But the fear that they might resent her in the future gnawed at her.


    The words Felipe’s parents had said still echoed in her mind. Would the child feel bitter knowing they could have been a wealthy heir but ended up with an ordinary life instead?


    “I’m scared they’ll me me for bringing them into this world,” Farrah finally confessed.


    Pregnancy came with too many thoughts, too many anxieties.


    She was genuinely afraid.


    “The moment they ended up in your belly, it became their choice to stay,” Freya said firmly. “If they really didn’t want toe to you, they had nine whole months to leave.”


    Those words lit something inside Farrah, like a light flicking on in a dark room.


    “You really think so?” she asked cautiously.


    “Absolutely,” Freya said with certainty, then added something else to ease Farrah’s doubts. “Children are shaped as they grow. If you raise them well, they’ll turn out fine.”


    Kids were purer than adults. Freya truly believed Farrah could raise a wonderful child.


    Farrah fell quiet for a beat, but in the end, she chose to take Freya’s advice to heart. “Alright.”


    “Just take it easy and take good care of yourself,” Freya said gently, her voice reassuring. “Forget all the Yates family nonsense. Just think about whether you truly want this child and if you’re ready to step into motherhood.”


    “Freya…” Farrah’s voice wavered, heavy with emotion.


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