The sun had just begun to set behind the tall iron gates of the Hamilton estate, casting a warm golden glow over the perfectly trimmed hedges and grand walls of the mansion. Inside the elegant sitting room, Mrs. Hamilton sat on a velvet couch with a straight back and her legs neatly crossed. Everything about her posture radiated power, poise, and a lifetime of discipline. Her hands rested calmly on her lap, but her sharp eyes hinted at a storm brewing beneath her calm exterior.
James, the family's longtime assistant, stood in front of her with a sheet of paper in hand. His face lit up with excitement, but he tried to maintain his usual composed tone as he read aloud.
"The obstetrician confirms Ava is expecting a baby boy. The due date is fast approaching, and the baby boy is perfectly healthy," James said.
