Chapter 16 Wette Can’t Conceive
Even though I’d long since stopped hoping for anything from Yvette, Twas still technically her husband. Being abandoned in this mess while she stayed on the sidelines left me with a bitter
chill
Meanwhile, Lydia kept practing on
“past like that father of yours, living off of others.”
I was sure my face looked dark, and
didn’t care to hide it. Locking eyes with her, ferredout each word ” the representative of Jenning Group, putting down your son–in–Law in front of so many people–does that show your “class?”
“Who do you think you’re talking to? Is that any way to speak to your mother–in–law?” He expression turned harsh, and she shot me a glare.
1 kept my tone love and cold. “How about we both try to keep a little dignity?”
She looked like she wanted to lash out at me again, but seeing that no one else was jumping in, the swallowed her words and redirected her frustration.
“You know,” she started, “it’s been over a year since you two manied, and Trette still hasn’t shown a him of being pregnant.
“I can’t help but worry there’s something wrong with you, Owen And I’ve been sach a concerned mother–in–law, consulting doctors on your behalf and doing everything to help you two out. But you have the nerve to get mad at me for any trouble!!
Her one grew dramatic, her eyes moist as though she’d been deeply wronged. I had to hold back a smirk at her performance. Just because someone has wealth doesn’t mean they have any dignity or class
I was surprised that Lucas, a man who cared about his reputation most, would marry such a nosy woman,
Everyone else around the table was now focused on eating some muttering placating words like, “Kids will come in time; there’s no need for their parents to worry
Tvette continued her meal, every movement polished, her beautiful face utterly indifferent, as though she hadn’t heard a word.
1 knew she didn’t care, and I wasn’t about to engage either. But Lydia wasn’t letting up. She gestured to the housekeeper to bring over a bowl of something
The housekeeper carefully placed a steaming bowl of dark, bitter–smelling herbal soup in front of me, a bow I recognized all too well. I stared at the bowl in silence, remembering all the times she’d forced me to drink it
With her best faux–concerned tone, she said, “Yes, it’s bitter, but it’s good for you! be good and drink it up so that you can finally give us a grandchild. And you wouldn’t even need to take care of the child yourself, so there’s no downside for you, is there?”
She was playing the role of the aver–so–caring mother–in–law for all to see. But I wasn’t buying it. “I’m not drinking it.
Lydia looked livid, her usually well–groomed face or red with anger. “Own! What’s gotten into you today? prepared that medicine for you, and now you’re refusing it? Are you planning to go against me!
“You’re drinking it whether you like it or not!” she got up, fuming, and stormed toward me, clearly intending to force me.
All eyes at the table turned to watch, eagerly taking in the drama of the Jenning family’s internal strife. Lucas merely raised an eyebrow, while Yvette and Curtis ware blankxpressions as though this scene were perfectly normal
cable in front of her. “Take a look, Lydia. This is the test result”
drinking that soup!
But just as she was about to reach me, I pulled out a piece of paper from my pocket and slapped it down on the She froze mid–step, glaring, “I don’t care what test result you’re showing me–it doesn’t change the fact you After that, she took the sport and looked through it carefully Someone at the table let out a little laugh, “Maybe Yvente’s already pregnant, and they’re just keeping it quiet?”
At this, everyone’s curiosity was piqued, and Yvette shot me a brief look
“No,” Yvette replied, her brow slightly farrowed, shutting down the speculation.
laughed dryly to myself; it was only when it involved her directly that she would show the slightest reaction
Lydia’s face paled and then went completely dark as she read the report. Yvette, intrigued, leaned forward to get a closer look “Mom, what’s that? Let me see it.
But Lydia hurriedly crumpled the paper and threw it into the trash as if it were poison. “Nothing, just eat your dinner.”
Yvette grumbled, but I gave her a calm, unbathered look. “It was a sperm analysis. The doctor confirmed I’m healthy since I don’t smoke or drink So if there’s an issue, it’s certainly not with
Achorus of murmana erupted around the table
I chuckled, amused at the horrified look on Lydia’s face. “Mom, I’ve told you already–it’s Yvette who can’t conceive. There’s nothing I can do to change that. How I wish I could make her pregnant and fill your wish”
Even Curtis gasped in shock “What? Yvette can’t have kids?”
At that anoment, a glass shattered on the floor, Yvette’s face had gone cold and dark, her eyes flashing with fury as though she wanted to tear me apart
The guests around us shifted uncomfortably, their expassions somewhere between shock and mirth as they glanced at her.
I had always guessed that for a woman like Yvette, who came from wealth and states, being sold publicly that she couldn’t have children would feel like the ultimate disgrace.
Watching her expression, I almost laughed out loud. So much for her pretending not to care. I guessed it did get to her after all
“I wasn’t going to bring this up in front of everyone,” I said with mock sympathy, “but, you know, Lydia, I didn’t want to keep you in the dark, especially when you kept doubting me * “Enough!” she cut me off, furious. “Haven’t you embarrassed us enough?”
1 shouped, sing “just wanted to clarify the situation, to one’s left with any misunderstandings.”
