Why would I? I’d known all along that he doubted the child was his.
Even though I’d explained several times that I used his sperm for IVF, he never believed me.
Eventually, I stopped bothering to convince him.
My mother-in-law ushered him into the room before leaving us alone.
He stood at a distance, not bothering to approach me as though I were a stranger. I also did not care.
The silence in the room was thick and oppressive.
After a long pause, he finally opened his mouth, and the words he said were still not favorable. "You wanted this child. Don’t expect me to help raise it."
As he said this, he watched my expression, trying to see something on my face.
I smiled faintly. "Mom’s already hired a top-tier nanny. The child will be well taken care of."
His brows furrowed, clearly displeased. "Don’t think you can use this baby to tie me down. I won’t—"
"It’s fine," I interrupted calmly. "Do whatever you want. Mom will handle the child. You won't be bothered."
My response seemed to catch him off guard. He pressed his lips into a thin line, momentarily silent.
I knew why he was surprised.