[Ah. It would explain the look she had seen on his wife's face, though that the son was made to suffer for the mother's actions struck her as rather heartless.

It was too like her parents, who she had never forgiven and largely tried to forget.]

My son, Blaise, he was born when I was very young and rather idealistic. My parents despised him because I had refused to get rid of him before he was born. They were ashamed to have a bastard in their family.