Celia shrugged her shoulders and looked at her lap. "He's alright. It's a political marriage. Nothing more and nothing less." She didn't feel right openly insulting the husband her own family had chosen so carefully for her.
"I see."
Celia wanted to fill the heavy silence with…something. "We don't have a great deal in common, Tobin and I."
"Well, that isn't necessarily the worst thing for a couple. Your mother and I didn't either. In a lot of ways we still don't."
She wanted to ask her father if he'd ever deliberately set his wife up for failure or admitted that he liked to see her suffer. But she didn't have the courage.
"Tobin isn't the kind of man to take the news of your loss well?" Leo finally asked.
"No. Not at all. It's why I never told him I was with child to begin with and wasn't planning to until the last possible moment. In case anything went wrong."