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The Heartbreak Prescription Chapter 1099

The struggle for dominance within the Quinn family was already underway, and tensions were brewing like a storm on the horizon. Ivy’s half-sister, emboldened by their father’s support, was poised to make her strategic move, eager to seize control.

Over the years, Ivy had worked tirelessly to earn Roger’s unwavering favor. Her marriage to Nathan, a member of the esteemed Lowe family, had fortified her position within the family hierarchy. It was a delicate balance of power, one that could easily tip if her half-sister managed to claim a share of the company. The stakes were high, and Ivy knew that she would need Roger’s full backing to maintain her status.

Roger’s condition for allowing Ivy to inherit the Quinn legacy was straightforward yet daunting: she had to conceive Nathan’s child at the earliest opportunity. In the world Ivy inhabited, everything revolved around power dynamics and strategic alliances. The birth of Nathan’s child would serve as the ultimate bond, uniting the Lowe and Quinn families in a way that mere marriage could not. The reality that she and Nathan had yet to consummate their marriage was an open secret that could not be hidden from Roger and Keith.

Tabitha, Ivy’s mother, spoke softly, her voice laced with concern, “I know you and Nathan don’t share a love like that. It feels so unfair to ask you to get pregnant now, my dear.”

Ivy, however, cut her off, determination etched on her face. “Mom, I’ll do it.”

Tabitha paused, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. “Ivy…”

“Mom,” Ivy insisted, her tone resolute, “Nathan is the only son of the Lowe family. If I can give him a child, it’s the most strategic move I can make. I promise you, I will not allow that illegitimate girl to step foot in our home. No one will take what rightfully belongs to us.”

Hearing the fierce conviction in her daughter’s voice, Tabitha fell silent, the weight of Ivy’s words settling heavily in the air.

The call ended, and Ivy still clutched her phone, lost in thought, when she heard the familiar sound of the bathroom door latch clicking open. Nathan emerged, his presence commanding and magnetic.

Ivy turned her gaze toward him. He was draped in a luxurious black silk robe, his damp hair tousled as he dried it with a towel.

He was tall, strikingly handsome, and the droplets of water glistening on his face only served to enhance his youthful appearance. He looked like a character straight out of a graphic novel, the kind of man whose looks could leave a lasting impression.

But it wasn’t just his appearance that set him apart; it was his lineage as well.

The Lowe family boasted a rich history of power and prestige. Unlike the Quinns, their household was devoid of internal strife; the Lowe men were known for their loyalty and commitment, marrying only once in their lives. Nathan stood as the sole heir and legitimate son of his generation, a fact that made him all the more desirable.

As Ivy observed him, her mind raced with thoughts about how fortunate she would be to carry a child with such extraordinary genes. The prospect of having his child seemed like an opportunity too good to pass up; it would never be a regret for her.

Even if she ventured into a genetics clinic, she doubted she would find anyone who could compare to Nathan’s exceptional qualities.

Perhaps Nathan sensed her lingering gaze, for he suddenly looked up, his striking eyes meeting hers.

He paused, towel still in hand, curiosity etched on his face. “What are you staring at?”

Ivy remained unfazed, her expression steady. “Are you done showering?”

“Yeah,” Nathan replied, his tone casual. “Go ahead.”

“Alright,” she said, rising from her seat. “I’ll go.”

With that, she stepped into the bathroom, leaving Nathan to finish drying his hair. He sat down, his attention shifting to the documents on his phone that required his review.

Moments later, Ivy’s voice called out from within the bathroom. “Nathan? Nathan!”

He set aside his phone, intrigued. “What is it?”

“I forgot to bring my nightgown,” she said from behind the door. “Could you grab it for me?”

Nightgown? Nathan’s mind raced. Where was her nightgown supposed to be? This was his room, and he had never seen any women’s belongings here.

But he needn’t have worried, for Wanda had anticipated this and prepared a set ahead of time, leaving it neatly on the bed.

Nathan glanced toward the bed and, sure enough, spotted a crimson nightgown laid out just as Wanda had left it.

He picked it up and knocked twice on the bathroom door. “Got it right here.”

“Bring it in,” Ivy replied, her voice carrying a hint of expectation.

Nathan hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by her request to hand it to her directly.