Annette’s reaction took Conrad by surprise. He honestly hadn’t expected his mother to accept everything so easily.
“You… really don’t object to this at all?”
Annette took her time, sipping her morning tea. “Why would I? Honestly, when Donna told me yesterday you’d done something reckless, gotten another man’s wife pregnant, I didn’t buy it for a second.”
She set her cup down and looked right at him. “I know exactly what kind of man you are. For the past ten years, all you’ve cared about is the Sullivan Group and Alice. You never gave a thought to your own relationships or marriage. And when I asked for a grandchild, you dodged me for ages. You had almost died two years ago, which was the only reason you left that sperm sample as a backup.”
She smiled, almost wistful. “You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed of you getting married and having a family.”
Conrad cut in, his voice tight. “Right. So you decided to take matters into your own hands. Went to the hospital, tried to make a child for me behind my back. Even drugged your own son. First Sophie, then that maid. All just so you could be a grandmother, and you didn’t care what it took.”
He clenched his jaw, the old frustration bubbling up. He’d never really gotten over it. She was his mother. Others scheming against him was one thing, but her tricks had stung worse than any stranger’s.
He and Sophie might not have been related by blood, but they’d grown up together. She was family in his eyes. As for that maid, it was just absurd. If any woman could end up in his bed, would every maid try that in the future? He’d turn into nothing more than a target, just waiting for someone to make a move.
And Conrad was picky—about his feelings, about his body, about everything. Sleeping around just wasn’t him. He couldn’t stand the thought of being treated like some breeding machine, even by his own mom. As if she didn’t care who the woman was. That was what made him so angry.
Annette caught the look on his face and gave a sheepish little smile. “Can’t you just let it go? Besides, you didn’t actually fall for any of it… Honestly, your willpower is just as strong as your father’s was.”
She saw he still wasn’t softening, even when she brought up his dad, so she rushed on. “If I were the petty type, do you think Ms. Morgan would have had such an easy time fitting in with our family?”
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