"Then you're probably too late," Nathan Fawcett said, rubbing it in. "He's already moved out."
"Good," Anne Sutton said. "I'm glad he moved out! I certainly wasn't going to plead his case. It'll be even better when he gets out of the Fawcett Group."
Nathan Fawcett watched her and thought that, by the looks of it, she really had nothing to do with Charles Prescott.
"Go on in," he said. "Ian's waiting for you."
"Stella Shields..."
"She's not in there," Nathan Fawcett said. "You can go in. Don't worry, no one is going to say anything to you."
"Even so, I don't really want to go in," Anne Sutton said. "I can't shake the feeling that you're hiding something from me. If the child isn't hers, then why would she tell me he was? All men are liars. I can't believe a single word you say."
'Her gut told her this man was lying right to her face!'
'That's why she couldn't bring herself to believe him.'
