I turned around. Primrose was standing there, lips slightly parted, but unsure what to say.
“Carson, have you thought it over?”
I gave her a cold stare. “Thought over what?”
She looked briefly dazed, then answered seriously, “You forgot? Yesterday, I suggested bringing Gideon’s son here so we could raise him together.”
“The child’s not even a year old yet and doesn’t recognize anyone. If you raise him for the next two years, he’ll think you’re his real father…”
Hearing her calmly plan such madness, I let out a cold, bitter laugh.
This twisted plan of hers exploded in my face.
She didn’t just cheat, and now she wanted to parade their illegitimate child in front of me and expected me to raise him.
What made her think I’d ever agree to such madness?
“Absolutely not.”
I spat out those words coldly, watching the color drain from her face, inch by inch.
“Carson…”
Her voice trembled as she grabbed my arm, eyes reddened.
“I know this is unfair to you, but it was all an accident. I never meant to betray you.”
“But the child is innocent, I have to take responsibility for her.”
Her eyes pleaded with me, full of desperation and fake devotion.
And just like that, memories from two years ago came flooding back.