Chapter 163 Impossible to Hide Her Growing Belly
As the day's work drew to a close, Victoria Kensington emerged from the office building to find the Harrington family's opulent vehicle once again parked prominently at the forefront. The sight of such a costly machine, worth nearly ten million dollars, gleaming in the prime parking spot was an unusual spectacle for an employee's vehicle.
"Mrs. Harrington," greeted Hughes, the family chauffeur, as he dutifully opened the car door for her. His demeanor remained unperturbed by the curious onlookers among her colleagues.
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Within the grandeur of the Harrington Castle's living room, Mr. and Mrs. Harrington, Arabella, and Marcus were seated alongside Isabella Montgomery's parents. The six individuals were ensconced on the plush sofas, their serious expressions contrasting with the untouched spread of refreshments on the coffee table.
A pallor washed over Mrs. Harrington's face as she strained to speak, "Are you implying that your daughter is carrying my grandson's child?"
"Yes," confirmed Naomi, her nod solidifying the truth.
Taken aback, Mrs. Harrington reclined slightly, a wave of dizziness washing over her.
"Please, Mrs. Harrington, don't distress yourself. We felt compelled to approach you," Naomi implored earnestly. "Isabella Montgomery insisted that Alex didn't want us to disclose anything, but the child is growing within her day by day, making it impossible to conceal. As parents, we cannot disregard the potential damage to Isabella's reputation."
Naomi continued to defend her stance, bewildered as to why the Harringtons would object to their daughter marrying into their family. After all, the Rohans were as reputable as any family without parents.
"Our proposal is this: given the young couple's love and impending parenthood, why not send the girl back to the States? We, the Rohans, can assure her a comfortable life, free from distress," Dorian interjected, certain of his proposition's fairness.
To the Rohans, this seemed the epitome of generosity.
"Just by offering her money, you believe she will be spared from hardship?" Mrs. Harrington was on the brink of tears, her distress amplified by the couple who seemingly believed they were being overly generous.
Vicky's parents may have departed this world, but the inheritance they left behind ensured she would never struggle for life's necessities. The Quinns were not the impoverished family some perceived them to be; they were, in fact, quite the intellectual duo. Anyone with a rudimentary understanding of their lineage would appreciate the value of the antiques and paintings bequeathed by her grandmother.
"She is a part of our family now; you cannot simply throw money at her, send her back to the States, and expect us to let her go," Arabella Harrington retorted, her fury simmering beneath her composed exterior.
"So, Arabella, what exactly are you suggesting?" Naomi queried, presuming a familial bond between the two families, given their children's shared history.
"Unless you can provide evidence that the child Isabella Montgomery is carrying is indeed my son's, I'm afraid we cannot simply accept your word," Arabella responded, her logic unassailable, her resolve palpable.
Naomi clenched her fists, casting a glance at her husband.
"The truth is, they were already intimate before they left the state. You must have heard—Alex even accompanied Isabella to her prenatal appointments. He wouldn't do such things if the child wasn't his. Or, we could simply ask Alex and settle this matter," Dorian suggested confidently, feeling the Harringtons were being completely unreasonable. Their daughter was pregnant, and they still demanded proof? Was this not a rejection of her?
"Your daughter engaged in an affair; is that supposed to be a badge of honor for your family?" Mr. Harrington Sr. interjected abruptly.
"Mr. Harrington Sr., isn't that a bit harsh? How can you label Isabella Montgomery as 'the other woman'?" Naomi retorted instantly.
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