83. Leaving

POPPY:

From the look on his face, he was silently telling me not to tell his father about it. I did not get how he wanted to keep it to ourselves since having a baby was the only requirement left.

I wanted to believe that it had something to do with his feelings, but if I expected more than that, I was scared that I would only be hurt in the end.

“Anyone who wanted to answer me?” Arnold asked as his gaze kept on switching sides between me and Sebastian.

“Poppy?”

“Dad. I believe it’s my husband who has the right to tell you about it.”

“Why is that?” he asked as his brows formed a straight line. “Son. Is there anything you want to say? Am I expecting a grandchild soon? A simple yes or no would suffice.”

Yeah.

A grandchild who would be the next heir of the Holdings. The child that Olivia and Sebastian badly wanted. And during that time, I would be kicked out of the equations. I would be tossed aside like a piece of rag. Together with my daughter.

Oh, God.

Why did I bring my daughter in