The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1352

She’d even gone out of her way to have two pink nurseries decorated, buying everything with little girls in mind. How did granddaughters suddenly become grandsons?

Lavinia pressed her hand to her forehead and let out a sigh. Honestly, she felt like she could use a little support herself.

“Boys?” Matthew set down her coat, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. His tone was easy and cheerful. “Boys are great, you know.”

“Great? What’s so great about them?” Lavinia shot up from her seat, smacking his chest twice. Her eyes were already turning red with frustration. “I was sure we’d at least get one granddaughter. I had all these ideas about how I was going to dress her up.”

Now, it turned out, there would be no granddaughter at all.

Lavinia had never experienced what it was like to raise a daughter, and with only Anthony and Andrew at home—two boys who were impossible to manage—she’d always dreamed of having a granddaughter.

Matthew winced from the blows, but he didn’t dare complain. He just braced himself and tried to sound reasonable. “It’s not like hitting me will help. I don’t get to decide whether they have boys or girls.”

“Why shouldn’t I blame you?” Lavinia was looking for someone to take her frustration out on, and Matthew just happened to walk right into her line of fire. “It’s men who decide the gender, isn’t it? Your genes gave me Anthony. Now Anthony’s genes are giving Lottie two boys. You really want to claim this isn’t your fault?”

Matthew had nothing to say to that.

“My fault, my fault,” he blurted out, flashing her an apologetic grin. He reached out to comfort her, his voice soft and coaxing. “There’s always next time. They can try again.”

“No way,” Lavinia muttered, frowning as she leaned into his arms. She grumbled under her breath, “Giving birth is awful. I can’t bear to see Lottie go through that again.”

She let out another sigh. Boys it was, then. Maybe she just wasn’t meant to have a granddaughter.

...

Morning came. The sharp ring of a phone cut through the quiet room.

Charlotte frowned and rolled over, her face dark with irritation.

“Anthony...”

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