Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 325

Annette’s reaction took Conrad by surprise. He honestly hadn’t expected his mother to accept everything so easily.

“You… really don’t object to this at all?”

Annette took her time, sipping her morning tea. “Why would I? Honestly, when Donna told me yesterday you’d done something reckless, gotten another man’s wife pregnant, I didn’t buy it for a second.”

She set her cup down and looked right at him. “I know exactly what kind of man you are. For the past ten years, all you’ve cared about is the Sullivan Group and Alice. You never gave a thought to your own relationships or marriage. And when I asked for a grandchild, you dodged me for ages. You had almost died two years ago, which was the only reason you left that sperm sample as a backup.”

She smiled, almost wistful. “You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed of you getting married and having a family.”

Conrad cut in, his voice tight. “Right. So you decided to take matters into your own hands. Went to the hospital, tried to make a child for me behind my back. Even drugged your own son. First Sophie, then that maid. All just so you could be a grandmother, and you didn’t care what it took.”

He clenched his jaw, the old frustration bubbling up. He’d never really gotten over it. She was his mother. Others scheming against him was one thing, but her tricks had stung worse than any stranger’s.

He and Sophie might not have been related by blood, but they’d grown up together. She was family in his eyes. As for that maid, it was just absurd. If any woman could end up in his bed, would every maid try that in the future? He’d turn into nothing more than a target, just waiting for someone to make a move.

And Conrad was picky—about his feelings, about his body, about everything. Sleeping around just wasn’t him. He couldn’t stand the thought of being treated like some breeding machine, even by his own mom. As if she didn’t care who the woman was. That was what made him so angry.

Annette caught the look on his face and gave a sheepish little smile. “Can’t you just let it go? Besides, you didn’t actually fall for any of it… Honestly, your willpower is just as strong as your father’s was.”

She saw he still wasn’t softening, even when she brought up his dad, so she rushed on. “If I were the petty type, do you think Ms. Morgan would have had such an easy time fitting in with our family?”

Annette smiled softly. “Because I know you love her. Conrad, I’m so happy you’ve found someone you actually care about. I don’t care who she is, I’ll help you with anything you need. People need love, they need someone by their side. Now that I know you won’t be alone anymore, why would I ever get in the way of that?”

Conrad stared at her, almost thrown off balance by how gentle she was being. Ten years. For ten years, since his father passed, Annette had kept her distance—from him, from their home. Now, because of Wiona, she suddenly seemed like the caring mother he remembered from before. It felt strange, almost too much to take in.

He blurted out, “I’ll propose to her tomorrow. Please don’t interfere with my plans.”

Then, before she could say anything else, he turned and walked out of the dining room.

Annette watched him go, her eyes suddenly misty as she lifted her tea. This was the best she’d felt in years. How long had it been since she’d had a real talk with her son? Since she’d seen him look so nervous and uncertain in front of her? She must have startled him with how supportive she was. But every word she’d said was the truth. All she ever wanted was for Conrad to live his life like a real person, not just a name or a legacy.