After Isabella finished speaking, the living room fell silent.
“Alright,” Susan said, taking a deep breath. “Take Catherine home for now. We will discuss how to handle this and give you a satisfactory answer soon.”
Isabella nodded. “Very well. I trust you. I’ll go home with my daughter and await your decision.”
Susan waved them away.
Isabella left, pulling Catherine with her. Catherine cast a final, lingering look at Lance, her eyes filled with a gentle, apologetic sorrow.
Once they were gone, Susan turned to Lance, her face grim. “Kneel.”
Without a word, Lance knelt before her.
Susan raised her hand, but she couldn’t bring herself to strike him. “You’ve put me in an impossible position! What are you going to do? On one hand, you say you don’t want to divorce Jessica, but on the other, you’ve gotten another woman pregnant. How can I possibly face Jessica now and speak on your behalf?”
“Grandma, I never expected…” Lance began, his voice thick with guilt.
“That’s meaningless now!” Susan cut him off. “What do you want to do?”
Susan drank the tonic in one go. After she rinsed her mouth, she said, “I don’t want to be angry. I want to be happy. But how can I, with all this mess?”
Karen gently massaged her shoulders. “If you ask me, ma’am, you should let it be. The children will find their own way…”
Susan shook her head. “I can’t. Lance’s useless parents are off living their own lives. I raised that boy. I can’t abandon him now.”
Karen sighed softly. “On the other hand, if Catherine truly didn’t want the child, there are many ways…”
Susan turned to Karen, finally ready to admit the truth. “Years ago, when Amy was just a toddler, I wanted Lance and Jessica to have another child, preferably a son to protect Amy and inherit the family business. But Jessica never got pregnant again.”

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