Semua Bab Goodbye Husband, Hello Baby: I'm Keeping the Child Only: Bab 1 - Bab 8

At the estate, along the long banquet table, Martin sat at the head, while Denise sat beside him. I took Ethan and Ryan and sat next to Denise. Behind us were the rest of the Lockheart relatives.Though Charles was Martin and Denise's only child, Martin's brothers had large families. But they were all good-for-nothing, spoiled brats. Otherwise, the Lockhearts' huge empire would never have ended up in my hands.Among them, Charles' cousin, Harold, had some ambition. But he was foolish and had no business sense. He raised his glass toward me. "Brittany, you're truly amazing. You raised Charles and Whitney's kids and got them all the way to Hallwood. That takes real vision and generosity."I didn't respond, while Martin merely called out, "Harold," in a mild but warning tone.Denise held Ethan and Ryan like treasured jewels, reluctant to let go. "You both look so much like your father. Just as handsome, and just as outstanding."Harold didn't get the reaction he'd wanted from me an

"Ethan and Ryan are my children." Under the stunned gaze of the crowd, I spoke firmly.Whitney scoffed. "What nonsense are you talking about? You just raised them for a few years. You didn't give birth to them. Stop fooling yourself and everyone else."Charles' eyes gleamed with amusement. "Since you're so sure, let's do a DNA test."I agreed without hesitation. "Sure."I had already prepared for this and contacted the best and most expensive testing center in Westbrook. The results came quickly. Ethan and Ryan were indeed my biological sons. They didn't have a single genetic connection to Charles or Whitney.The faces of the two of them, and the entire Lockheart family behind them, turned grim. Charles glared at me. "Brittany, what trick did you pull now? You think this is how you can keep them from us? We're already divorced. Karma will get you for breaking up someone else's family like this!"My gaze drifted briefly to Whitney before returning to him. "You think too highly o

Third-Person POVBefore Charles, Whitney, or the others could say another word, they were escorted out of the estate, stripped of all dignity.There were no cabs on the mountain road, and it would take time for their driver to arrive. They could only wait by the roadside, humiliated and disheveled. Martin glared at Dylan and Wilson with disgust, trembling with anger as he asked Charles, "What the hell just happened? Didn't you say faking your deaths was foolproof? Now, my two outstanding grandsons are gone, and these two good-for-nothings are what we got in return."Denise shielded Charles. "Our son has finally returned to society. Are you trying to drive him away again? If anyone's to blame, it's Whitney for having given birth to those pieces of trash. They're a disgrace to the Lockheart family!"They insulted Dylan and Wilson freely, as if the two weren't even there. Wilson tried to argue, but Dylan held him back.Whitney burst into tears and clung to Charles. "I really don't

I got into the car and tapped the back of the driver's seat. "Follow them."It seemed the show Dylan had promised me wasn't over yet.Charles sped all the way home, only to find that a crowd had already gathered outside. There were neighbors, curious onlookers, and even reporters with cameras.As for Dylan, he stood on the roof of the three-story villa. His body was thin and frail, swaying as if a single gust of wind could knock him over.Wilson stood below, staring up at him. His round face was scrunched up from crying. "Dylan, don't do this. It doesn't matter if Mom and Dad don't want us. I'll take care of you!"They say we're just a couple of sewer rats, just good-for-nothing trash. They want to send us overseas and let us fend for ourselves. But I know you're the best brother!"I never cared about becoming a boxing champion. I just wanted to get stronger so I could beat anyone who bullied you. I wanted to avenge you! You can't let anything happen to you. I haven't even gotten