Chapter 288


    “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 froze, 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”


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    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 knowing 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 what 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, people are unpredictable. Do you think he will treat it as his own?


    Marguerite, do you want our child to be another 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, took 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 you 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 that Marguente could never match


    Jocelyn was born into an intellectual family, but what about Marguerite? She was a nobody from Marina


    Shores Vige, who despite going to school for over a decade, had 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 see Frederick standing in the doorway, his face cold.