Chapter 7 A Posthumous Baby
1 had never heard from Judith or Olivia since then. Now that Grayson had died, I was able to live comfortably for the rest of my life on his wealth.
I didn’t want to push Judith or Olivia to the brink. I would leave them alone as long as they did not show up before me.
Alas, they decided to ruin my peace.
I had been busy sorting out the finances of Grayson’s company and planning to sell my stocks. As such, I had been spending a lot more time at the office recently. When I finally had some free time, I invited a friend to have dinner and hang out.
To my dismay, I ran into trouble right after stepping out of the company building.
“You’re the reason Mommy cries every day! It’s all your fault, you evil woman!” I saw Alex’s tiny figure barreling toward me when the security guard wasn’t looking.
He collided against me. Not only did he bite me on my wrist, but he even tried to scratch my face with his trimmed nails.
You evil woman!”
The security guard finally reacted before Alex dug his nails into my skin. He rammed his body against Alex, knocking the little boy aside.
After Alex fell onto the ground, he cried and yelled at me with raging eyes, “Mommy is crying every day because of you! You shouldn’t bully my mom!”
His adorable face was flushed from all the crying. His pitiable demeanor immediately attracted the attention of passersby.
Groups of well–prepared tabloid reporters rushed over from afar, as though they had acted on cue. They shoved their camera lenses in my face like a group of hyenas circling their prey, refusing to miss any of my expression.
“We heard you planned your husband’s death for his money. Is that true?”
“They said you kicked your mother–in–law out of your house shortly after Mr. Rockwell’s death in an attempt to claim his wealth. Don’t you think your behavior is uncalled for?” “Why would you push his current wife to the brink after you got the divorce? Just why?”
The reporters shoved their microphones into my face. Even the building security could not fend off that bunch of crazies.
I was surprised at Olivia’s move–she had tried to force me into submission through guilt–tripping. But she refused to show up and do it herself. Instead, she sent Alex to complete the mission, shouldering the judgment and discussion of the public.
Alex had successfully disappeared into the crowd in the chaos. He flashed me a wicked smile from the crowd, happy that he managed to embarrass me in public. He even went so far as to make faces and stick out his tongue at me.
When he saw my eyes on him, he pouted, complaining, “Ouch! It hurts! My arm is broken!”
He put extra effort into his performance after sensing everyone’s eyes on him.
The reporters exchanged looks and increased the intensity of their questioning.
“Ms: Ross, why would you hurt a child? Please give us an answer!”
“Is that because you’re childless?”
My ears started to hurt from the cacophony of voices. The crowd grew.
When the situation was at its worst, Olivia finally showed up.
“Alex!”
Olivia carefully protected her beily as she made her way through the crowd to lift Alex into her arms. She cried so pitifully. When she looked up, there were tears on her lashes. “Heidi Ross, you can bully me, but stay away from my kid!” She immediately gave the impression of a strong and brave mother.
But that was just their old trick. The mother and son made these underhanded moves to paint me as a despicable villain.
Just when everyone was curious about how the family drama would end, I suddenly noticed Olivia’s behavior. Since I had been pregnant before, I immediately knew she was pregnant when I saw the way she carefully protected her belly.
Olivia was about to fish for more sympathy, but the building, security had arrived at the scene. They kicked out the reporters and shut Olivia out of the building, even though she had previously accessed the building with Grayson.
I get into my car. When I turned around, I saw Olivia shooting a malicious and provoking look at me.
Glancing at Olivia, who was holding her belly, I realized the situation was not favorable to me. After all, a posthumous baby, too, had the right of inheritance.
