Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1472

Dustin logged onto the platform today with one goal in mind: to get some info out of her. She wasn't about to spill the truth to Dustin directly, but she might just let her guard down with this so-called "Mr. Zero" – after all, he was the one who jump-started her career.

“So, who’s the baby’s dad?” Dustin wondered.

Emma hesitated for a few minutes before finally responding: “The father doesn’t want the baby, and he’s not interested in being with me. I’ve stopped hoping for us to be together. I can manage as a single mom on my salary, but I’m worried about breaking my contract. Boss, do you know anything about contract breaches?”

Dustin read her message and instantly got it. Emma had been duped. The guy who got her pregnant wanted nothing to do with the kid or her. Classic jerk move, right? Given Emma’s modest background and limited experience with guys, she probably fell for some sweet talk and ended up in this mess.

Dustin's brow furrowed deeply. "Sort it out now before it becomes a big deal. You're making good money, so why leave yourself vulnerable? Plus, your boss already knows. If she decides to pull the plug on everything you've worked for, she can. Don’t risk it."

Emma’s hands shook, and tears filled her eyes. But she was already three months pregnant. Terminating now could harm her health. Her bump was getting noticeable, hidden under a big coat. Every night, she could feel the baby kicking. How could she even think about termination now?

When Dustin didn’t get a reply, he figured she might be crying. After all, she got played by a jerk and now faced a potential financial mess.

“Don’t worry too much,” he tried to comfort her. “Your boss hasn’t taken legal action yet. There’s still a way to fix this. But it’s best to be honest about the baby’s father. The company would rather be prepared than kept in the dark.”

Emma felt a lump in her throat, almost blurting out that the baby was her boss’s. But that would just lead to more questions and complications. She was lost in thought until Peyton walked in.

Phones were everywhere now, but back when they were struggling, neither she nor her mother had one, unlike their neighbors. Her mom memorized everyone’s numbers and eagerly shared her own. Their departure from the village had been far from graceful, and everyone was waiting to see them fall flat.

But when someone called to mock Peyton, she stood tall and proudly declared, “I’ve got a house in Beaconsfield now, thanks to my daughter. I’m almost back to full health, thanks to the best hospitals in Beaconsfield. She even bought me a gold bracelet that cost a fortune, and the house? That cost hundreds of thousands. My Emma’s really made something of herself.”

The caller couldn’t believe it. How could a young woman earn so much so quickly? In their view, women needed men to succeed. Sure, there were men from their village working in Beaconsfield, but the high living costs there meant saving a few thousand was tough. Yet, Emma and Peyton had managed to buy a house worth hundreds of thousands in under a year.

“Yeah, right,” the caller scoffed. “You couldn’t even afford a house in the county, and now you’re saying you’ve got one in Beaconsfield?”