Chapter 7\
Jonathan’s grandpa could no longer contain his fury that he had held back until now completely exploded. Pointing a trembling finger at Jonathan, he roared:
“Your little mistress drove Zara, causing a premature birth! The baby missed the critical window for emergency care and suffocated inside her! Her mother, too, passed away by the shock, died on the spot! Jonathan Richards, all of this–every last bit of it–is your sin!“}]
Jonathan stood frozen, unable to believe what he had just heard.
His gaze swept across the room before he let out a cold laugh. He grabbed the divorce agreement and tore it to shreds.
*Grandpa, you are old. Stop playing along with Zara’s theatrics. I don’t believe she’d actually divorce me. There’s no way she’d walk away from the power and wealth of the Richards Family.“}
He kicked over one of the funeral wreaths, sneering. “What’s with all this bad luck nonsense? You are just mad because I didn’t home to see the kid, right?”
“Well, I’m back now, aren’t I? Where’s my kid? Bring him here so I can take a look. Have you named him yet? Does he look more like me or Zara?”
Humming a little tune, Jonathan glanced around the house, expecting a response. But all the servants kept their heads lowered, faces heavy with sorrow.
None of them paid attention to his words.
An uneasy feeling crept into Jonathan’s chest. He started searching the villa, checking every room.
Nothing.
His voice grew tense. “Where are you hiding my child?”
“Grandpa, I know I went a little too far last time. I shouldn’t have laid hands on Zara. But the baby’s born now. Do you really think she’s going to divorce me? Just tell me where she is. I will go apologize, coax her a little and it’ll all be fine.“}
Jonathan barely took Zara’s anger or pain seriously. He knew she wouldn’t leave him.”
No matter what he did, she had no choice but to swallow her grievances–for her mother’s sake.
And now, they had a child. Another tie binding her to him.
Divorce? Leaving? Impossible.
A sharp crack split the air as the old man’s cane struck Jonathan hard across the back.
“You ungrateful bastard! How did our Richards Family raise such a sinner like you! You don’t want a woman as good as Zara, treating a netizen cross–dresser as a treasure.“}
Jonathan smirked and nonchalantly crossed one leg over the other as he lounged on the sofa.”
“Oh, I see. You all saw that trending topic, didn’t you? So, you are putting on this whole act together? Grandpa, those women outside mean nothing. Zara is the only one who truly matters to me. I never planned to let any other woman take her place.”
No one respond him, he said more, “If you guys don’t believe me, I’ll prove it to you now.“>
Hardship in 1 avich Assis
