Chapter 555
Chapter 555:
The moment Jazlyn heard “someone wants to hurt the baby,” her face paled with alarm.
“You can’t stay alone like this, especially not while pregnant!” she said firmly. “Why don’t you stay with Marc for a while? At least in his house, the staff can take care of you. You’ll be safer there.”
Doreen’s eyes lit up, but she forced a bit of hesitation. “But… if I just show up without asking, wouldn’t that upset Marc?”
Jazlyn patted her hand. “Why would he be upset? You’re pregnant with his child—he should be looking after you! He has enough staff at the villa, and you’re not asking for much.”
To Jazlyn, this wasn’t a big deal. As long as Doreen was carrying a grandchild, she deserved to be well taken care of. Her safety was important. And if, in the end, Marc still didn’t want to be with her, fine—they’d go their separate ways after the baby was born.
Encouraged by Jazlyn’s reassurance, Doreen finally let herself relax. She gave her a grateful smile and followed Jazlyn back to Marc’s villa.
Later that evening, Marc returned home and found Jazlyn and Doreen sitting on the sofa, chatting like old friends. There was a fresh fruit platter on the coffee table. A strange tension twisted in his chest as he walked toward them. “Mom? What are you doing here?”
Jazlyn frowned at his tone. “What do you mean, what am I doing here? Am I not allowed to visit my own son? And just look at you—have you even been checking in on Doreen and the baby lately?”
Irritation flashed in Marc’s eyes at her words. His gaze flicked to Doreen. She was sitting quietly next to Jazlyn, hands folded in her lap, pretending to look uncomfortable. Marc’s jaw tightened. He could already tell Doreen had spun something.
“Mom, I’ve been tied up with the company,” he said, keeping his voice level. “You know how bad things are right now. If I don’t step up, the Walsh family’s going to crumble.”
There was no time for distractions—not even this one.
But Jazlyn wasn’t having it. “Yes, work matters. But Doreen is carrying your child. You have a responsibility there too, Marc.”
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“Mom, I know what I’m doing. Don’t make this more complicated than it already is.” Marc rubbed his temple and dropped his briefcase beside the sofa, clearly trying to rein in his frustration.
“I’m not making things complicated,” Jazlyn replied, her tone deceptively light. “I brought Doreen here today to tell you she’ll be moving in. The staff can look after her properly here.”
Marc froze. He thought they were just dropping by. But now?
“She’s what?” he shot back. “No. That’s not going to happen.”
Jazlyn gave him a pointed look. “Why not? Is it because you don’t have enough rooms in this big house, or because you’re too stingy to support the mother of your child?”
Marc’s jaw tightened. “I’ve already arranged a place for her. She’s fine where she is. There’s no reason she has to live here.”
Seeing the tension rising, Doreen quickly stepped in, all sweetness and fake humility. “Mrs. Walsh, maybe I should just stay where I am. It’s really fine—I can manage. The baby’s still small, and I’m careful. It’s just a bit tiring sometimes, that’s all.”
But Jazlyn wasn’t having it. “Absolutely not!” she snapped. “Marc, this is a critical time. What if something happens to her while she’s alone? I won’t allow it.”
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