CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Winnie felt a pang of guilt. How could she have doubted Ben's sincerity? "Alright, I'll let you get back to work," she said, a bit embarrassed. "We can talk more tonight when you get home."

Ben couldn't have planned it better. He ended the call, waited in his car until Jamie's video came through, more revealing than before. Satisfied, he finally tucked his phone away and stepped out of the car. Inside, Mrs. Lucas had prepared an impressive spread, with an empty seat to her left for Ben and to her right, his supposed future wife, Summer Larson.

Summer glanced at her watch, clearly anxious, and asked Mrs. Lucas softly, "Mrs. Lucas, do you think Ben might not like me?"

It was already late, and Ben still hadn't arrived. Could he be intentionally avoiding her?

Mrs. Lucas noticed Summer Lin glancing at her watch, and her smile softened. Unlike her stern demeanor with Jamie, she spoke to Summer with warmth. "Love can grow with time, dear. You have everything going for you; why wouldn't he like you? I wouldn't be surprised if he's more eager to marry you than you think."

Summer's cheeks turned pink. "I hope so! My parents are eager for a son-in-law and can't wait to have grandchildren."

this reality remained unchanged. The only choice she

that. We don't favor one gender over the other; boy or girl, any child from the two of you would be

a strong lineage with many children was the goal.

time to hear that last statement. His face darkened. "Mom, did you invite

his mother's voice grew stern as she glanced at him

esteemed background, her eyes carrying a silent warning. When it came to well-matched young lady like Summer, she expected nothing less than

her gaze, unmoved. With a faint smirk,

wasn't blind to her intentions. Not only was she trying to introduce a woman, but she had already planned out his future family. He wasn't some pet to

more tense, Summer spoke up, smiling gently to defuse the situation. "Ben, my parents have know your family for

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