Chapter 127: Heartless Father

Megan's POV

"What do you want? I couldn't believe you had the guts to come to my office and see me. I didn't ask for your presence, so you better leave now because I have nothing to do with you." Gregory said, but instead of backing out, I walked closer to his table.

Even if I could see the frown on his face, I didn't allow his unwelcoming gesture to stop me from talking to him. I disregard my nervousness as I think about my son's happiness.

"Believe me, Mr. Pritzgold, if I have it my way, I will never speak with you again because you are not the type of person I want to associate with; you are cruel to your children and even to a little boy," I responded.

"You were a child once, and I don't understand why you are like that; maybe you had a bad childhood experienced, or you are just too greedy because of your wealth," I added, and my words made his face turn so red with anger as he stood up from his chair.

"You have to watch out your mouth, young lady!" He said with a raised voice, and his warning didn't faze me as I looked at the anger on his face.

"I came here to speak with you, and I didn't intend to  insult you, Sir," I replied, and his face relaxed as he stared at me.

"I don't know what you want from me, but I will only give you five minutes to speak with me." He replied, and I almost smiled that he didn't force me to get out, and I couldn't stop having my hopes go up.

I know Ashton's father is a very busy man, and he doesn't have time for me because he doesn't like me at all. It was simple logic, but it hurt me to my core, but I could ignore it since all I want is his son, but I didn't want my son to grow up without having a good relationship with my husband's father.

"I knew that you didn't like me and hated my existence, and I can't force you to like me because this is me, and no matter what I do, I will still be the same person you didn't like so many years ago; in your eyes, I will always be the same girl your son fell in love with in Senior High School." I declared as I stood in front of my father-in-law.

"I know I came from a poor family, and that is the reason why you disapprove of me being Ashton's wife. I did my best to become the CEO of my own company. I made my name in the perfume industry, hoping someday when we meet, I can prove myself to be worthy of your son's love." I added, and I felt glad he didn't intervene but instead, he was listening and waiting for my following words.

"It hurts that even though I became successful in my career, you still hated me as if I had done a hideous crime. It made me realize that no matter what I do, in your eyes, I will always be old Megan, Ashton's classmate in high school." I continued.

"I knew I was one of your scholars, and I am thankful for your generosity. I couldn't understand why you hated me that much; when in fact, you are a kind-hearted man because you wanted to help those poor children to realize their dream." I stated.

"The scholarship was my wife's idea to keep my image, and you were right; I will never like you, Megan." He responded as he looked at me in the eyes, and even if I was expecting him to tell me hurtful words, I couldn't stop being affected by his words.

"Of course, I received the memo loud and clear, Mr. Pritzgold, I didn't come here to plead my case, but I came to speak with you for our son. He is your grandson, and I beg you to give him a chance." I replied.

"I don't care if you will never like me; I am just asking you to be kind to me in front of Axel. I don't care if you will never like me. I am willing to do everything for my son." I responded.

"Are you sure about that, Ms. Corteza?" He asked, and I was surprised he knew my maiden family name.

"Yes, I do," I replied instantly.

"Then, leave your son to us; you can come back when it is time for you to go back to your home in Megalopre. You can stay at your parent's house; in the meantime, this house is too small to accommodate you," he said, and his response made me speechless.

I couldn't believe he hated me this much, his mansion had twelve bedrooms, and he only got four children.

"So, what is your answer, Ms. Corteza?" He asked.

"Well, it was quite a deal, but I don't think I can do that; I will never leave my son here with you knowing you are a heartless man, Mr. Pritzgold," I said, and I could see a mocking smile on his face.

"I knew it was a stupid idea to think you could be a better person if you want to, but I was so wrong, and talking with you was a big mistake; you are hopeless," I added.

"I wish you would realize what matters in this world the most before it is too late for you, Mr. Pritzgold. Have a good night. Thank you for your time, and please excuse me." I stated before I turned my heels and walked towards the door.

"You are not welcome in this house, and I am asking you to leave; you can bring your son with you since I am no longer interested in knowing him. You have done nothing so far but disappoint me." He said when I was about to turn the knob.

"It was Isabelle, then Ashton, and Cole, and now you and your spoiled son." He added, and I could feel my anger boiling inside me.

I slowly turned around and faced with a beautiful smile on my face; if he wanted war, I would give him war.

"For the record, Mr. Pritzgold, my son is not a spoiled child; it breaks my heart that you judge him without even knowing him, and do you know what is your problem?" I asked, but I didn't wait for his answer before I spoke again.

"You are a horrible father to your children," I said, and I could see the wrath all over his face, and I felt triumphant as I realized I had touched his ego.

I am no longer the eighteen-year-old Senior High School student, and I am now Megan Corteza Pritzgold; I am not afraid to face his wrath, knowing I have my husband's support, and I will make it a challenge to make him love my son.

"Leave my house; you are a bitch!" He shouted.

"Leave my house; you are a bitch!" He shouted.

"I am sorry to disappoint you, Sir, but I am not leaving, not until you accept it in your heart that I am your son's wife and Axel is your grandchild," I said.

I hastily got out of his study before he could answer me. I don't want to listen to his hurtful words; I am not happy with what I have done, but Gregory almost wrecked my life when he tried to separate me from Ashton.

"Hey, where have you been?" My husband asked when I found him on top of the stairs sitting on the steps, and I didn't expect he was waiting for me.

"I thought you were still playing video games," I answered as I sat beside him and put my head on his shoulder while I could feel his arm around my waist.

"Our son felt sleepy after being defeated by his uncles," he answered, and I laughed.

"Where is he?" I asked.

"He is soundly sleeping on our bed; he told me he wanted to sleep beside us tonight," my husband replied, and I smiled as I felt relieved and happy that Axel would be spending the night with us since I felt hurt for him and I wanted to make him feel loved.

"That's good," I mumbled.

"Yeah, after what my father did, I guess it was better for Axel to sleep with us," my husband responded, and I was amazed that we had the same idea.

"I was talking with Isabelle in the garden, but she went to bed early," I responded.

"I went to Isabelle's room after our game and asked where you could be; my sister told me you were in the garden. I went there but couldn't find you." My husband replied, and I could feel the racing of my heart since I didn't want him to know I spoke with his dad.

"I searched the entire house, and I concluded you went to my father's study and had a word with him. Am I right, Mrs. Pritzgold?" He asked, and I felt guilty as I slowly nodded my head. 

I don't have a choice; I want to be honest with my husband this time and show him I am no longer worried about his father's treatment toward me.

"Yeah, I did, and it didn't go well, just like your talk with him, but don't worry, I will fight Axel's right. I am no longer afraid to face your dad, my love." I responded, and my husband chuckled.

"Thanks, Meg. I am sorry my plan didn't work out well," He replied, and he took my hand and squeezed it as he faced me.

"Yes, but we are on this together; we will think of another way to make your dad realize he was wrong about me, and I know he will love Axel; before this week ends," I responded, and Ashton smiled at me as he pulled me up with him.

"That's my wife," he said, and I beamed at him as we walked towards his room; even if I was in pain and I felt worried; I was still excited to spend another day with Ashton's family and to face his authoritative father, knowing I have my loving husband by my side.