Chapter 88 The Only Mrs. Carson
Chapter 88 The Only Mrs. Carson
“What kind of issue? Keelan, are you just upset that Jude’s about to have a child and don’t want to see it born?”
“You want to take over the family fortune, and you’re being this blatant about it?”
Mireille snapped back immediately and tried to snatch the photos from Keelan’s hands.
But Juno wasn’t one to be messed with either. She raised the photos high.
She said, “If Jude and Ada had a child, we’d be setting off fireworks. But this woman? That baby might not even be Carson family blood!”
She continued, “Look at these photos. She used to work as a hostess. Who knows how many men she’s slept with? And the police found out she already has a daughter!”
Juno added, “She’s framed Ada how many times now? And you still dare to believe the baby’s definitely Jude’s?”
Juno walked over and grasped my hand tightly.
She told me, “Ada, don’t worry. Keelan and I will stand up for you. To us, you’re the only true daughter–in–law of the Carson family. We’ll never accept anyone else!”
Of course, Mireille wouldn’t let go of this perfect opportunity and immediately started shouting again.
Aiden continued to just watch the drama unfold, saying nothing.
I knew very well that Keelan’s family didn’t really want to help me. It was just that I couldn’t have children. So now their son, who had returned from abroad, would have a shot at rising in the Carson Group.
Bodhi’s family had their own plans too. They wanted to control Jude through the child would be a powerful move.
I didn’t say anything. Besides, I probably wouldn’t be part of this family much longer anyway.
“Enough! What’s all this noise? This isn’t something to be proud of!” Ewan slammed his cane hard on the floor, and the room finally fell silent.
Keelan muttered grudgingly, “Uncle Ewan, that baby might not even be from our family. You can’t be confused about this.”
Juno added under her breath, “The media can find it out. Do you want a former escort as the Carson family’s matriarch?”
That struck a nerve with Ewan.
When Jude insisted on marrying me, the family was already against it because my family had gone bankrupt. They thought
I didn’t deserve him.
But Jude stood firm, and since we had been together since university, Ewan had let it go in the end.
But now? With Vivian? Everyone would oppose it.
If her identity were exposed, with today’s internet sleuths, they’d dig up her daughter, her escort history, even the men she slept with. By then, the Carson family would truly become the laughingstock of the public.
Ewan said, “That’s enough. Everyone, go home. This is a family matter. We’ll deal with it ourselves. Jude, Ada, come upstairs with me.”
Ewan didn’t say more and turned to leave.
Jude and I exchanged glances, and I helped him upstairs.
Behind us, Bodhi’s family was still yelling, but the housekeeper and servants had stepped in to block them.
In the end, this was still Jude’s family business. They had no say.
Everyone had their own agenda. Even I could see it, so of course others could too.
“Jude, is the child yours?” Once inside the study, Ewan cut to the chase.
Jude looked at me guiltily and said softly, “I’m not sure. I only slept with her twice… and both times, I took precautions.”
His voice was barely audible, but in the quiet of the study, it sounded crystal clear.
I took a deep breath, keeping my expression calm. I’d seen him with other women even at home. This was nothing ne
He reached out for my hand, and I dodged.
Whether it was once or twice, it didn’t matter to me. And Vivian Was harry the only one he’d been with.
Successfully unlocked!
Ewan paused in thought before looking up at Joger So there’s a chance
there’s only a 1% chance, I can’t take that gamble. Do you understand?”
yours. I doubt they’d risk a lie this big. Even if
I understood. Ewan had always wanted Jude to have a child to solidify his position. He couldn’t afford to bet against this.
But Vivian had killed someone. I couldn’t feel at ease about that.
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Chapter 88 The Only Mrs. Carson
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