Chapter 7
After I’d had my fun, I rubbed my sore hands.
Looking down at the two of them huddled together.
“Lincoln Ashford, you can run off with your little mistress if you want.”
“But first you need to give back everything that belongs to my family.”
Where the cameras couldn’t see, Lincoln flashed a mocking smile.
“Zara, you really are just a child. I’m your father-isn’t your family my family too?”
“If daddy really owes you anything, I’ll just give it back now.’
I shook my head.
Pointing at his clothes, I said:
“This suit was a gift from a designer who’s friends with the Rodriguez family. Without the Rodriguez name, you don’t deserve to wear
it.”
Then I pointed at his shoes:
“Those shoes were made by my grandfather’s family cobbler. Take them off too.”
With every sentence I spoke, Lincoln’s face got uglier.
At first he went along with it and started removing his clothes.
But when I pointed at his underwear, he finally slammed his hand on a table in rage:
“Zara Rodriguez, I’m your father! Don’t go too far!”
He’d noticed that the crowd’s cameras had shifted from me to him.
After all, a sixty-year-old man stripping in public was way more exciting than ordinary family drama.
I shrugged:
“Didn’t you say you’d give it back to me? Why aren’t you giving it back now?”
Quinn, thinking I was still as easy to bully as this morning, put on her fake innocent act:
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“Zara, what happened this morning was mommy’s fault. Mommy just loves your daddy too much and got carried away.”
“Don’t blame him anymore, okay?”
That reminded me she was there, so I told her:
“I forgot to mention-when my dad married my mom, he signed a contract. If he remarries, he won’t get a penny of my family’s
money.”
Quinn clutched her stomach, her face turning pale.
“Don’t let this old man scam you out of money and sex, then regret it later.”
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Her face went ashen, but when she noticed Lincoln looking over, she flashed him a pleasing smile:
“Zara, don’t talk nonsense. Your daddy and I are true love.”
I looked at her belly with an amused smile.
Not necessarily.
Lincoln was shaking with rage, looking like he was about to pass out.
I had the doctors behind me on standby in case the old man tried to pin something on me.
Quinn also clutched her stomach dramatically, breaking out in a cold sweat as she lay to one side.
He pointed at me with a trembling finger:
“Zara Rodriguez, I’m calling the police!”
“If anything happens to my precious baby, I won’t let you get away with it.”
“I’ll have the officers deal with an ungrateful daughter like you!”
I gave my bestie a look, and she flashed me three fingers.
Thirty more minutes until Grandma arrived.
I immediately relaxed.
I found a chair to sit in and leisurely sipped coffee while watching Lincoln fuss over that slightly rounded belly.
Soon Quinn was wheeled in for an ultrasound.
Lincoln slipped a bank card to the doctor who’d mocked me earlier.
The doctor got the hint and said loudly:
“Mr. Ashford, your baby is active and lively-what a perfect son!”
Lincoln’s eyes immediately lit up.
He forgot he was in a hospital and threw back his head laughing while hugging Quinn.
Only when a nurse told him to quiet down did he sheepishly close his mouth.
He turned to me triumphantly:
“You mother and daughter looked down on me, but now I have an heir!”
“I have my own son! What are you two worth now?”
I quietly shook my head.
