The atmosphere around Tyrone was thick with tension; he hadn’t spoken for what felt like ages.
Alicia could sense his anger. She kept her head down, wringing her hands, looking for all the world like a child caught misbehaving.
After brooding in silence, Tyrone finally broke it. “So if we get divorced, does that mean my child gets someone else’s last name? What, in a few years, my own kid’s going to be called Lawson?”
Jealousy simmered in Tyrone’s voice, that sharp-tongued cynicism of his rearing its head again.
“Sure, you want to protect yourself and the baby. Fine. But do you really think, showing up with a baby bump, that everyone’s going to turn a blind eye? Who are you trying to fool about whose child it is?” He rubbed his temples, visibly frustrated.
Even if Alicia ran off to Italy, it might not solve anything. As soon as her pregnancy started showing, people would put two and two together. His father would realize the child was Tyrone’s—and he’d never let the baby be born.
To make matters worse, both Tyrone and Clayton Holloway already knew Alicia’s real identity: Ms. White. If she disappeared for a few years and came back, would there be anything left for Tyrone to claim—with enemies on all sides?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. “Divorce? Out of the question. If you had any sense in that head of yours, you’d be thinking of another way out.”
Alicia’s lips trembled. She genuinely couldn’t think of any other solution. If she’d had even a halfway decent family background, Tyrone’s father wouldn’t dare lay a finger on her.
“If you can’t come up with anything, stop making things more complicated.” Tyrone snatched the pregnancy test from her hands, snapped a picture, and—almost smugly—sent it straight to Clayton.
He texted, showing off: My wife’s pregnant again. I’m worried the old man might come after her or the baby. I’m planning to talk to Patriarch Reginald White about it.
Are you out of your mind? Your father only wants the baby gone. But if Alicia’s identity as Ms. White gets out, the White family will be after her, too.
Clayton called immediately, scolding Tyrone before he could get a word in.
“My point is, I’ll talk with Reginald first—see if he can raise the issue with my father,” Tyrone said, stepping out onto the balcony, trying to work out the best way forward.
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