"The locket..." Talia patted her chest to enable herself to speak further.
"The locket Cyrus gave me...it has an ultrasound image of a fetus possibly eight to nine weeks... It was behind another picture and I didn't...have the guts to look at the locket till now. I'm sorry... But... Cyril, he knew... Cyrus knew..."
Talia couldn't hold back her tears anymore and closing her mouth to not let out a sound, she sobbed.
Cyril tried to take a step forward but he staggered hearing what she said and his hand holding the phone dropped to the side.
What kind of twisted fate is this? He only knew about his nephew three years back and she had the opportunity to learn about it earlier and she didn't bother to?
But that's not more important. My brother knew he was going to be a father? So Camellia lied, again?
That's not important either.
