“You’re already over two months pregnant, and the baby’s already forming Soon, it’ll start developing arms and legs, it’ll start kicking, can you really bear it, Marguerite
Marguerite <b>froze</b>, her slender fingers instinctively stroking her belly as if to feel the miracle of life. Even if she didn’t want to believe it, she had to admit that Maurice had a knack for maniption, for hitting people where it hurt the most and using that to his advantage
She did have feelings for the unborn child. These feelings were hard to sever, a result of her innate maternal instincts
Slowly. Maurice approached Marguerite With a long arm, he closed the door behind them, “Give birth to the baby. Fill raise it, and fill make it the cream of the crop To leave my child with a lowlife like you? Id have to be kicked in the head by a mule”
With that, Marguerite puthed Maurice away and turned to leave.
“Marguerite, do you want our child to live your past life? Can you afford to give it a proper upbringing? Can you afford to educate it?”
Maurice’s voice was steady but it made Marguerite halt in her steps
She thought of her own bleak childhood, of not <b>knowing </b>where the next meal woulde from, of falling sick every other day, of being ostracized due to poverty Every mother wants to give her child the best, but <b>what </b>could she give, besides a hard luck life?
‘Or perhaps, you want to leave the child with Frederick? Don’t forget, it’s my blood, not his. Do you think he will ept it? Between your child and Yuna’s child, who do you think he would choose? And even if he epts it<b>, </b>people are unpredictable. Do you think he will treat it as his own?
Marguerite, do you want our child to be <b>another </b>Frederick? An outcast, always being rejected and ostracized?”
Marguerite spun around, her voice raising in defense. The child is mine, not yours!”
She said it almost in a growl, her chest heaving with anger
Her gaze hardened, and she continued, “I hope he bes the next Frederick. Do you have any shame, Maurice? Despite being an outcast, Fredenck carved his own path, <b>took </b>control of the family business, and became a sess. Who are you to say that my child can’t do the same?”
Maurice’s lips curled into a smirk and heughed, augh filled with mockery and disdain for her naivety, “Marguerite, I have to ask, what makes you think you have the right to say that?
Do you know anything about Frederick’s mother Jocelyn? Do you know shees from an intellectual family and holds a PhD from Stanford? What makes <b>you </b>think you can replicate Jocelyn’s sess and raise your child to be the next Frederick?”
A child’s sess is closely linked to their upbringing
Even though Frederick and Jocelyn were ostracized in the Winston family and even kicked out of their home, Jocelyn’s background and capabilities gave her a confidence <b>that </b>Marguente <b>could </b>never match
Jocelyn was born into an intellectual family, but what about Marguerite? She <b>was </b>a <b>nobody </b>from Marina Shores Vige, who despite going to school for over a decade, <b>had </b>no qualifications to show for it. She couldn’t see any future for her child other than the one she had lived
What should she do? What could she do? At this point, Marguente felt cornered, confused, and lost
Just then, the door was kicked open
Tears streaming down her face, she looked up to <b>see </b>Frederick standing in the doorway, his face cold.
Chapter <b>289 </b>