I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 7

**Through Silent Meadows We Trace Stories Left Behind Yesterday by Asa Rowan Flint**
**Chapter 7**

Marcus halted, a smirk creeping across his face, his eyes glinting with a mocking light that sent a chill down Sophie’s spine.

“Did Liam put you up to this?” he asked, his tone dripping with skepticism.

Sophie’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Why would you assume that, Mr. Morgan?” she replied, her voice steady despite the unease bubbling within her.

With a deliberate slowness, Marcus sank back into his chair, his expression shifting to one of keen observation, his eyes piercing and inscrutable. “Liam is currently in the race for the general manager position,” he stated, a hint of calculation in his voice. “Having a pregnant fiancée from the Chandler family would certainly give him an edge.”

In that moment, everything clicked into place for Sophie; the realization hit her like a wave.

“This child was an accident,” she said, her voice calm and composed, though her heart raced. “I’m not here to use it as leverage against you.”

“Then what’s the purpose of this conversation?” he shot back, his tone challenging.

“Because you’re the biological father,” she asserted, her gaze unwavering. “I thought you deserved to know.”

A flash of sarcasm danced in Marcus’s dark eyes, a subtle reminder of the distance between them. “Whether the child is mine or not… that’s not for you to determine,” he replied coolly.

“What does that even mean?” Sophie’s voice rose slightly, laced with indignation. “You should know damn well that night was my first.”

Marcus merely sneered, his silence speaking volumes as he scrutinized her, as if she were a performer in a theatrical production, revealing her every emotion.

“If you doubt my word, I’m more than willing to take a paternity test,” she said through clenched teeth, her frustration boiling over.

“I’ll arrange for the test,” he said, his voice icy. “But I advise you not to play any games with me.”

He rose from his seat, embodying the quiet, yet formidable authority that he always exuded, a presence that demanded respect and instilled fear.

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