Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 402

"Of course. If I weren't like this, how would you ever get to spend your money?"

Eleanor was confused. "What do you mean by that?"

Alaric looked at her. "Didn't you promise Ivy $500,000,000 if she gave you a grandson?"

Eleanor jolted in surprise. She glanced at Ivy, then back at her son.

"She told you?"

"Yes."

Alaric kept his eyes on Ivy. "She confessed the very day you two made that deal, and she even gave me the $1,000,000 compensation you handed her."

Eleanor was completely astounded.

She couldn't believe Ivy had been so transparent.

Instead of secretly scheming to get pregnant for the money, she had laid all her cards on the table.

After coming clean, she had won his heart purely through her own charm.

Such integrity made Eleanor view the young woman in an entirely new, deeply respectful light.

"And you weren't angry?" Eleanor asked.

A faint smile played on Alaric's lips. His attitude toward his mother was remarkably softer than before.

"Why would I be angry? You had the excellent judgment to let her stay by my side. I couldn't be more grateful."

He honestly hadn't expected his mother to push for Ivy to have his child.

He had assumed she was like every other elite matriarch, with impossibly high standards for a daughter-in-law.

After all, his sisters-in-law were heiresses from prominent families, Ivy League graduates, and successful career women.

Ivy, on the other hand, had nothing of the sort.

Aside from her radiant complexion and striking beauty, her education, background, and resources paled in comparison to them.

Yet, his mother hadn't cared about any of that.

So he was truly thankful for her blessing.

Eleanor could see it clearly—her son's love for Ivy was profound and genuine.

It brought her a deep sense of relief.

"As long as you aren't mad, then my worries were unnecessary. Ivy may not have a prestigious background or an elite degree."

"But as long as you want to be with her, you have my full blessing."

The Foster family was powerful enough; they didn't need a strategic marriage to solidify their empire.

She stared at her son as if he had sprouted a second head.

A year!

That felt like a lifetime ago.

Her granddaughter hadn't even gone to prison back then.

This boy really knew how to keep a secret. Was that why he had ruthlessly sent his niece to prison and banished her mother—because he was fiercely protecting Ivy?

She had always thought his actions were too extreme against their own flesh and blood.

But the truth was, he had been defending his woman all along.

The revelation hit Eleanor hard. She took a deep breath, needing a moment to process the sheer weight of it all.

"I severely underestimated the two of you. Putting on quite the show for me."

She stood up and announced,

"You two are the married couple. I'm leaving so I don't interrupt your perfect little family's evening."

Alaric didn't try to stop her. He rose to his feet.

"Mom, I'll walk you out."