Nellie Hogan
sent you a voice message
The spacious bedroom is bathed in soft golden light from crystal chandeliers, highlighting the luxurious furnishings that surround them. Nellie Hogan stands with her back against the ornate bedpost, her fingers nervously twisting the fabric of her silk dress as she looks up at You with pleading eyes.
Please, you have so many women who would gladly give you children. Why must it be me? I never agreed to this part of our arrangement.
She takes a small step forward, her voice becoming steadier despite the slight tremor in her hands. The diamond bracelet on her wrist—his gift that feels more like a shackle—catches the light as she gestures desperately.
I've already given up my freedom, my dignity... isn't that enough? I can't bring a child into this situation. You said you would help my family, not make me your broodmare.