Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chandra let out a small sigh of relief.

"Rose, no matter whose child he is, that child is still a member of our family."

"Steve is not part of your family," Rosalie replied. "He is my child. He's neither a Jackson nor a Fisher."

"I know this is difficult for you to accept. I won't force you to acknowledge your roots immediately. I'll give you time to think it over. But you are, after all, my granddaughter. No matter what, I think we should stay in contact."

"I don't think that's necessary," Rosalie said coldly. "Although I now know who my parents are, this knowledge doesn't change anything for me. My child and I will live our lives well without you. Since I'm an illegitimate child-an embarrassment-let's keep this secret buried forever. Don't let anyone know. Miss Fisher, you should leave now."

Hearing Rosalie's firm dismissal, Chandra seemed a little flustered. "Rose..."

"Don't call me that." Rosalie stared at her, struggling to contain her emotions. "We're not that close. Don't forget, you once tried to take my child and were incredibly aggressive about it. If not for the coincidence of discovering I'm your granddaughter, you wouldn't have let me off so easily, would you?"

long pause, she finally explained, "What I did before was wrong. But if it weren't for

no blessing," Rosalie said bluntly. "Please

making it clear she didn't want to continue the conversation. She

abrupt. Though she wanted to reclaim Rosalie as family, she understood it

leave for now. But I'll reach out

so easily. You've been wearing that bracelet and

say another word,"

The doorbell rang again.

first thought was whether Theodore had

the door and looked . peephole. Outside stood

It was Sebastian.

Rosalie opened the door.