Goodbye, My Wretched Love by Glad Rarus

Chapter 41 Investing In The Film

“Are you out of your mind?" Elora hit Bonita lightly in disappointment. "Are you wishing him to die? Darren is not even thirty. What will he think of us if we ask him to make a will?"

“Then what do we do now? He controls the shares of the Quantum Group and doesn't want to give us even a percentage of the shares.” Bonita was depressed. The mere thought of it infuriated her. "He will soon marry Sierra, and she will give birth to his child. Darren will obviously leave all his property to them. We won't even get a penny. Are you going to sit and watch them enjoy all the wealth without doing anything?"

Elora’s brows furrowed. Money was their priority. Nothing seemed more important to them than that. They had to come up with a plan before Sierra married Darren.

Elora racked her brains and came up with an idea. "Yes! That baby! We have to make sure Sierra gives birth to that baby!"

“What?” Bonita was confused.

"It would be great if she gave birth to a son!’ Elora clapped her hands excitedly. "We'll raise the baby and make sure she doesn't marry Darren. As long as we raise the baby, Darren will be with us and look after us. All his property will belong to his son, and we can ultimately acquire it."

“You are right!’ Bonita’s eyes lit up as she finally understood her mother's plan. "Not bad, Mom. You're very clever!"

They had missed the opportunity of getting closer to Darren when he was a little boy, so they couldn't control him or influence his decisions. Now, they could manipulate his son and make him listen to their every word. As long as the boy was under their control, they didn't have to worry about inheriting the property in the future.

when they had full control over Sampson family's property.

plans. He sighed

was empty, and the window was wide open. A few things were piled up

walked to the window and took out his lighter. He lit up his cigarette

take a puff at

remember staying in this room even

during

nights all alone in this room, hoping he would accompany her

turned into disappointment. Ultimately, she

heart. He blew out another ring of smoke and watched it twirling and rising

nights, didn't seem long. But those

they lose it. Life will pass in a blur. They will look

about time -- what's lost is lost, like the wedding photo. They could print another photo and frame it, but it would never be the same as the original

if they never met in the future. It was fair on her part because she had been