He Waited She Wilted (Ottilie and Yorath) novel Chapter 142

Yorath looked at his mother downstairs. After ten seconds, he turned and walked into the study.

Tobin made a symbolic attempt to block him but didn't dare use real force.

The door wasn't shut tightly, allowing their conversation to drift out.

Yorath said, "Ottilie is pregnant. The child needs legitimacy."

Lorenzo Fordham replied, "Didn't we already agree? Once you're married, the child will be brought back and legally registered under your future wife's name."

"He has his own mother. He doesn't need anyone else taking that role."

Yorath's tone was unyielding.

Lorenzo went silent, but the sheer oppressive tension spilling through the crack in the door made Ottilie take a step back.

After several seconds of dead silence, Lorenzo's voice echoed again.

"Your future wife hasn't even walked down the aisle yet, and you're already announcing an illegitimate child to split your assets. What prominent family would agree to an alliance with you now?"

Yorath replied, "I can call off the wedding. But my son is the eldest grandson of the Fordham family, and he will walk through the front doors with his head held high."

Crash.

Porcelain shattered against the floor.

Tobin quickly pulled the study door shut right on cue.

The soundproofing was impeccable; standing outside, Ottilie couldn't hear another sound.

She didn't know if someone had intentionally arranged for her to overhear that conversation.

All she knew was that she was the parasite of the entire Fordham family.

Right now, every single one of them hated her to the bone.

Every glare directed at her was brimming with hostility and venom.

This ancient, imposing estate felt like a massive tomb.

Trapping them all inside.

Filled with nothing but vengeful ghosts and resentful spirits.

All desperate to tear her to pieces.

Ottilie wasn't afraid, though.

If these people dared to lay a hand on her...

She would just scream that she was carrying the precious Fordham heir.

Magnus Harrington walked out with Lorenzo supporting him respectfully. "Please, stay for dinner before you go."

Magnus threw off Lorenzo's arm, his face ice-cold.

"You have a child but refuse to claim it. You might not be afraid of the humiliation, but I am. If you won't accept this child, the Harrington family will take him."

"I never said we wouldn't accept him," Lorenzo replied.

"Then why did you hit him? Yorath is a grown man who can't even acknowledge his own son! My bloodline doesn't produce cowards like you. He's always been level-headed, and he was never going to marry that woman anyway. What are you throwing a fit over? If his future fiancée can't even tolerate a child, she's not good enough for our Yorath."

As "that woman," Ottilie consciously lowered her head and stepped to the side.

Keeping a low profile, making sure not to be an eyesore.

Magnus Harrington came and went like a hurricane, leaving the moment the issue was resolved without overstaying a second.

Yorath still hadn't come out, so Ottilie stood by the door and waited.

Tobin had someone bring a fresh set of clothes and turned to her. "Ms. Sewell, go in and attend to Mr. Yorath."

"The study is sacred ground. I wouldn't dare," Ottilie declined politely.

Tobin gave a tight, insincere smile. "If you understood the rules so well, you wouldn't have gotten pregnant out of wedlock."