Chapter 342

Chapter 342:
Jazlyn’s attitude shifted suddenly, her tone softening as if she had turned over a new leaf. She reached out and took Doreen’s hand with an affectionate smile. “If you ever need anything during your pregnancy, come find me. What matters most is that you and the baby stay safe and well.”
Doreen’s eyes lit up with joy, a warm sense of happiness blooming quietly in her chest.
“Really? You really want me to keep the baby, Mrs. Walsh?”
This was unfolding far more smoothly than Doreen had expected. She recalled Stella’s earlier presence and looked at Jazlyn, quietly guessing that this change of heart had something to do with Stella’s words.
A small, smug smile tugged at Doreen’s lips. Stella likely had no idea she had unintentionally paved the way for her.
“A baby is innocent. As a woman, how could I bear to ask you to end a life?” Jazlyn softly patted Doreen’s hand.
In her eyes, Doreen was educated and sensible, and just needed a little direction. With proper guidance, she could be useful. That thought alone made Jazlyn’s tone toward her much kinder.
“You’re carrying Marc’s child, so it’s only right that you join the family. The Walshes won’t turn their backs on you. Once the baby arrives and your health is stable, I’ll have Marc arrange a proper wedding.”
“I’m honored you’d consider me part of the Walsh family, Mrs. Walsh, but I don’t want to make things hard for Marc,” Doreen said with concern. “He doesn’t even know I’m pregnant yet. That night was unexpected, and I know I’m not someone who matches his status. I’m just worried he might not take this well if he finds out you’re arranging things behind his back.”
Jazlyn understood her son’s temper all too well.
“You don’t have to explain anything,” she said firmly. “I understand the situation. Just leave everything to me, and I’ll take care of it. When the time comes, just follow my lead.”
Doreen nodded without hesitation, her tone sweet and submissive. “Yes, Mrs. Walsh. I’ll do whatever you say.”
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Stella and Sandra strolled out of the cafe, drinks in hand. Sandra took a sip and scrunched her nose. “Sylvia, I’m so damn glad you finally escaped that toxic hellhole.”
Everyone close to them already knew—Sylvia was just Stella’s way of staying low-key.
Stella didn’t argue. Instead, she gave a faint, knowing smile. Those years with Marc felt like some cruel curse, draining every ounce of her luck. But the moment she broke free, everything in her life started blooming again.
She took a long sip of her drink, tilted her head toward the blue sky, and smiled. “You’re right. Leaving him was the best decision I’ve ever made.”
Marc had been nothing short of a waking nightmare. She’d dragged herself out of that pit, and she wasn’t going back. Not in this life.
Sandra beamed. “You’ll definitely meet someone ten times better. Just wait.”
She genuinely believed Stella would find someone more deserving. But Stella shook her head. “Who says I need someone?”
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