At the entrance to the living room, Hogan and Dorian were helping Finnian see the guests out.
Finnian strode over, and Hogan and Dorian immediately closed in around him, speaking in low voices. “What’s going on? Is it true—Amara’s child is yours?” Hogan whispered.
Dorian was in shock. Amara’s baby was actually Finnian’s?
But the more he thought about it, the less sense it made. Finnian himself didn’t even know about this, and Dorian distinctly remembered that Finnian and Amara had never been together.
He recalled how, when they first found out Amara was pregnant, Finnian had completely lost it for days—precisely because he had never been with Amara, yet Amara had been with someone else.
Standing silently beside them, Hogan didn’t say a word, but kept his eyes fixed intently on Finnian, clearly sharing Dorian’s doubts.
Finnian’s expression grew darker and darker. “I’m not sure what’s going on either,” he muttered. “I’ve tried calling Amara, but she won’t answer. I’ll try again.”
With that, Finnian stepped outside to call Amara once more.
He kept calling, but not only did Amara keep refusing to answer—she actually blocked his number in the end.
When Finnian realized Amara had blocked him, he was genuinely hurt.
No matter how annoyed she’d been with him in the past, Amara had never blocked him before. But today, she’d done it without hesitation. What was going on?
He had never been happy about Amara as a potential daughter-in-law. First off, she was far too beautiful—he worried she might not settle down if she married in. Second, her career was entertainment-adjacent, which always made him uneasy. And now, this scandal on top of everything else…
He and Edith talked it over, and both agreed—there was no way they could let Amara marry Keith. In fact, the two of them shouldn’t keep in touch at all.
Weren’t they supposed to be childhood friends? And from what he’d heard, they’d always been close. Now, thinking about it, it was clear they needed to cut off all contact between them, and fast.
Just then, Keith came home. As soon as he walked in, he saw his parents sitting on the sofa, their gazes icy cold. He immediately sensed something was wrong and tried to head for his room.
But Edith stopped him and said sternly, “Keith, let me be clear—you absolutely cannot marry that Amara woman. In fact, the two of you can’t even be friends. End it now. Just thinking about her makes me furious.”

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