ログインVarda's POV "He started with the future of the baby and to be honest, I told him all of that was not necessary for now. I mean the baby has not even been born yet. Why would he want to start making plans and setting goals for an unborn child. That sounds really awkward and disturbing." I said. Stephen remained quiet, the look on his face was expressionless so I was not sure if he was going to take my side on this one or if he was actually going to protest. I really hoped that he would not protest at all, I mean things were already going so smoothly. What would be the point of an unnecessary argument?"You seem offended by that." Stephen said in a dry tone. Something about the way he said it made me feel alarmed. Did he see it as something to not feel offended about? Francis was practically talking about the future of a child who had not even been born yet. To me, that felt like unnecessary pressure on both the mother which was me and my unborn child. Maybe if I mentioned the whole g
Varda's POV Elisa was able to provide a few comforting words to me but that was pretty much all that could she do. It was left for Stephen and I to make the right decisions instead of being apart from each other. Elisa suggested that I try to sit Stephen down and have a one on one conversation with him, one that would not involve any form of arguments, just two grown adults talking about the next way forward. Her advice made a lot of sense to me, maybe communication was what I and Stephen need after all so at night, I waited for him to return. I kept checking on him to see if he had come back to the mansion from wherever he went to but Stephen was not back yet. I could not help but feel worry to the point that i had to tell Elisa about it and to my uttermost surprise, she was not as worried as I was, neither was she in anyway surprised that Stephen had not arrived home yet. Instead, she explained to me that sometimes Stephen usually spent the night at the company, especially when h
Varda's POV I froze at Francis' words. I pondered deeply on it and I could not help but wonder if Stephen had discussed things with Francis too, things that had to do with my child. I turned around to gaze at Francis with a raised brow. "What are you talking about?" I snapped at him. Francis smirked at me. "Stephen and i have discussed Varda, you are the only one who seems to be disagreeing with all of this." Francis said. Wait, what? Was Francis trying to tell me that Stephen had agreed that the gender of the baby had to be a boy unless the baby would not matter. I felt anger rise in me and even though a part of me wanted to believe that Stephen would never do that to me, another part of me was reminded that Stephen was capable of doing whatever his grandfather would instruct him to do. Stephen was that one loyal grandson to Francis and I could not even deny the fact that it was really annoying, especially when it came to instances that had to do with me. I hated it when people wo
Varda's POV "Everything is fine Elisa. I was just leaving." I announced. I casted one last glance at Fransisca and she already had her eyes on me. She shot dagger glares at me right before I turned around and walked out of my room. Hopefully Elisa would be able to escort her out of my room because after this argument between the both of us. I was sure that Fransisca would be willing to do anything to put me to shame. I stepped outside and as expected, Francis was sitting on the bench outside, he had his usual impatient look on his face. I stood in front of him and hastily apologized. "Sorry to delay you. Fransisca and I had a bit of a fall out." I explained and thankfully he did not look annoyed at all. He just shrugged and said. "That woman is not worth your time at all. Let Stephen handle her while you focus on yourself and your unborn child." Francis said with a serious look on his face. "Yeah well, Stephen does not seem to be doing anything about this." I mumbled, my tone barel
Varda's POVJust the thought of having a one on one conversation with Francis sent chills down my spine, talk more of something that had to do with the baby I was carrying. I could not imagine what he was about to tell me, my heart raced extremely fast and different things clouded my thoughts. I gulped a lump down my throat and hoped that someone would just appear out of nowhere and interrupt whatever conversation I and Francis were about to get involved in. Where was Elisa when you needed her? Or why could Francis not get an urgent business call like he did the last time."I will be in the garden waiting for you." He said. He turned around and walked out of my room. Once Francis wss clearly out of my sight, Fransisca turned to gaze at me with a look of confusion mixed with curiosity written on her face."What does Francis mean by the future of the baby? Are you not going to tell him that the whole pregnancy thing is a lie even before it escalates any much further?" She snapped at me.
Varda's POV "Mr McCall. A pleasure to see you again." Fransisca mumbled. She bowed her head low at him in respect. Who would have thought Fransisca could show respect to anyone? I equally bowed my head at him but I did not say a single word, I was mostly concerned about what he was doing here and why he was not in Stephen's office or better still, even if he wanted to see me, he could have ordered the staffs to ask me to see him at Stephen's office, although deep down inside of me, i hoped he was not here for me at all. The last thing i needed was a one on one conversation with Francis. "I heard you mention something about lies and making someone feel like a fool. Who are we talking about?" Francis eyed Francisca in disdain. I expected her to tell him about the whole pregnancy stuff but to my uttermost surprise, Fransisca just shook her head in disagreement and mumbled. "We were just arguing over something, it is nothing that serious." Her voice was low, was she really that afraid o







