Meanwhile, at Brookhaven Estates, the doorbell rang insistently. Summer, assuming it was Fraser's relentless persecutor, yanked open the door without checking the peephole. "Can't you take a hint?" Yvette blinked from the doorstep and looked around. "Who can't take a hint?" Summer exhaled. "Wrong person." Yvette sauntered in, kicking off her heels before collapsing on the sofa. "So. Where did you two disappear to this afternoon?" Summer handed her a glass of water from the kitchen. "The riverfront." A mischievous grin crept across Yvette's face. Everyone knew that Havenbrook's riverfront was the lovers' lane, notorious for paparazzi shots of... enthusiastic encounters. "Wow, so romantic." Summer rolled her eyes. Romantic? Hardly. We hadn't even gotten out of the car. "Well?" Yvette prodded. "Did that elegant Mr. Graham promise to make an honest woman out of you?" Summer remembered their tense conversation. Fraser had clearly wanted the child, but marriage? The hesitation spoke volumes. Of course. With his fiancée waiting in the wings, how could he... Her fingers tightened around her glass. "I've made up my mind, Yvette. I'm keeping this child alone." "Ah?" Yvette was shocked. Then she was like she understood something, turning into a knowing "Oh." Typical Summer, stubborn as a rock. "But Fraser won't just walk away," Yvette pointed out. "That's in his DNA, too."Summer's palm drifted to her stomach, protective. "Let him try. Nobody's taking this baby away from me." The Grahams, with their bottomless resources and ruthless legacy, wouldn't tolerate an "illegitimate" heir floating around. But voicing that fear would make it real. Yvette, noticing Summer's pallor, softened. "Hey, if that's your decision, I've got your back. I'm spoiling this kid rotten, daddy or no daddy." Gratitude swelled in Summer's chest. She leaned against Yvette's shoulder. "Marry me. Right now. We'll fake your gender on the paperwork." Yvette choked. "Excuse me?" "Or you could get that sex-change operation in Ostary. Boom, instant husband." Yvette gaped. "Absolutely not. I haven't even slept with half the male population of Havenbrook!" Summer's momentary amusement faded as she rubbed her temples. The emotional whiplash of the past few days was exhausting. … Two days later, Julia was on the plane back from Oblistan. Summer once again came to the airport here to pick up Julia. The last time I'd been here, I came to pick up Yvette off the plane in order for her to accompany me to an abortion clinic. And now? I'm the one clinging to an unplanned pregnancy. No longer. Julia stepped through the gates, her complexion refreshed by a month abroad. The sight of her mother, once shattered by Jasper's betrayal, now standing tall sent a chill through Summer's chest. "Summer!" Julia scolded gently as her daughter took the luggage cart. "You shouldn't have come. Work must be…" "Not as important as you." Summer forced a smile, noticing how the Oblistan sunlight had erased the shadows from her mother's eyes. Julia cupped her face in sudden concern. "You're thinner. And your face look pale…" "Jet lag hallucination," Summer deflected, steering her toward the exit. But Julia wasn't fooled. "We'll fix this. Real meals. Today". The familiar maternal fussing nearly derailed Summer. How would she react to the news?Back at the Stewart Mansion, Julia asked the maid to take out one piece of hand-me-downs from the suitcase. From necklaces and jewelry to chic small toys, there were more than 10 kinds of big and small. These were penance. And love. Summer traced the intricate carvings on the music box. "You bought all this...just for me?" Julia's smile wavered. "I should have done it years ago." The unspoken words hung between them. Instead of favoring Jasper's illegitimate children. "Mom." Summer caught her wrist, her heart pounding. "Sit. We need to talk." Julia froze, reading the seriousness in her daughter's eyes. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the couch.