Her father, Vincent, joined in. “Exactly. If you don’t raise him, our precious grandson becomes an illegitimate child. Our family’s bloodline wandering aimlessly, what would the world think? We’d be the joke.”
Dinner felt like chewing on wax, each person was lost in their own agenda.
I glanced at the calendar. Three days left.
No matter if Primrose signed or not, it would all end soon.
After dinner, Gideon came into my room holding the child.
“Brother Carson, don’t argue with Primrose anymore. The one she loves is you. Even though we have a child, she never once thought about marrying me.”
Gideon forced a bitter smile and carefully placed the child into my arms.
“I’ve decided to go abroad. I’m leaving the child with you. From now on, you’re Alec’s father.”
I froze, stunned. “You’re leaving?”
“Yeah.”
Gideon’s eyes were red-rimmed. “This child and I were never meant to be.”
He patiently showed me how to hold the baby and how to settle him for sleep. But just as I cradled him, the child suddenly screamed out loud.
I frowned, and then I noticed a needle stuck in the back of his head.