Hailey’s POV
“Oh God, not again,” I muttered under my breath as I popped the last prenatal vitamin into my mouth and swallowed it with a gulp of water. My hand instinctively rested on my still-flat stomach. Two months pregnant and already feeling the weight of everything that came with being Mrs. Royd Williams.
The sharp knock on the door echoed through our penthouse like an unwelcome alarm. I glanced at the clock....barely 10 a.m. Roy had left for morning training only an hour ago. Who could it be?
I smoothed down my silk robe and walked toward the entrance, curiosity mixed with a hint of caution. When I opened the door, an elegantly dressed middle-aged woman and a stern-looking man in his late fifties stood there, suitcases beside them.
The woman carried herself with a kind of polish
