Chapter 495 Baby
Brad was fuming, almost losing his cool. "Jenny, I'm only gonna say this once more. There was never a question of whether I wanted you or not. To me, you're no different from trash on the street." His words were so harsh, even I had a hard time listening.
But for someone like Jenny, those words fit her perfectly.
Given everything that had been said and everyone's knowledge of her past actions and supposed kindness as a mother, I thought she'd get the hint that we were already showing her mercy.
The world is huge; she shouldn't be fixated on Brad, who didn't feel the same way. She should focus on living her life and find someone who truly belongs with her.
But Jenny's thinking was on a whole different level. Her thoughts were completely out of the ordinary.
Jenny said, "Brad, you can reject me, but what about the baby? Are you going to reject our baby too? He's your child!"
The crowd gasped.
Hearing this, Brad was stunned, and I felt like I'd been hit with a bucket of ice water.
Everyone was shocked and didn't know what to do.
Jenny had spent over half a year setting a huge trap for Brad and me.
Brad shot back, "I never slept with you. How could your child be mine? Jenny, do you have any sense of shame? How could you make up such a story? Please have some self-respect."
"Baby, believe me, that child is not mine. I never had anything to do with her." Brad, worried about me, quickly held my hand tightly, looking at me intently.
Yeah, he wouldn't do something like that.
That child couldn't have anything to do with Brad.
Because Brad was the kind of guy who, if he had really slept with Jenny, wouldn't have lied to me but would have chosen to confess face-to-face.
I would decide whether to forgive him; it's not something to be traded for a moment of peace through lies and hiding the truth.
"Brad, I'm not lying to you. If you don't believe me, look at the baby. Doesn't he look just like you? You are his father. Look, Brad, this is our child. You're a dad now." With that, Jenny brought the baby in front of us, lifting the blanket covering the child's face to reveal a tender little face.
The onlookers quickly gathered around, whispering and pointing.
Some even craned their necks to get a better look at the child's face.
To be honest, the baby was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed and his nose flat. He didn't look anything like Brad.
Brad had a straight nose and thick hair; there was no similarity at all.
Based on the timeline, Jenny was pregnant during the time in Silverbrook City.
Brad, in a sober state, would never sleep with Jenny.
But what if he wasn't sober? I had personally experienced how fierce Brad could be when tormented by aphrodisiacs.
That day, I happened to be there to help Brad out of his predicament.
What about when I wasn't there? Did Jenny do the same thing? If she did, how did Brad get through it?
If Brad was really framed and had a child with Jenny, what should I do?In a flash, my mind was a whirlwind of chaotic thoughts.
My vision blurred, and everything around me became a haze. My ears buzzed, drowning out all the noise.
I felt utterly helpless, not knowing what to do.
At that moment, I admitted to myself that I was just an ordinary girl with a strong sense of possessiveness. I wanted a simple life with someone who loved me and whom I loved. I couldn't tolerate any flaws in the person I loved; I just couldn't accept it!
Brad was innocent, and so was I.
Yet here we were, stuck in this mess.
But between Jenny and Brad, I still chose to believe Brad.
Even if Brad had really slept with her, it was something for Brad and me to deal with, not for Jenny to turn into a public spectacle.
Jenny was so cunning; she had to be lying.
Brad loved me so much; he wouldn't do something like that, no way.
I gritted my teeth and reminded myself that loving him meant trusting him.
As the one at the center of this drama, Brad must have felt a hundred times worse than I did.
No matter how much it hurt, I had to stand by Brad's side.
I looked up, and Brad was looking down at me with concern.
Despite the pain in my chest, I forced a smile and squeezed Brad's cold fingers. "Brad, I believe you."
He smiled, cupping my face and kissing my forehead. "Thank you, baby."
Over Brad's shoulder, I saw Jenny holding the baby, glaring at me with venomous eyes.
She looked like a madwoman.
She gently patted the swaddled baby, humming a somewhat familiar lullaby. It should have been a warm scene, but her eyes were terrifying.
She seemed like a two-faced person, one side fierce, the other loving. The combination of these two qualities made Jenny look like a demon to me.
Forcing Brad to argue with such a madwoman in public was humiliating for him.
Plus, Brad was a very popular teacher at school, with a lot of influence. I couldn't let Jenny, this wicked woman, affect Brad.
I pushed Brad aside and stood in front of Jenny, sneering. "Jenny, do you have any evidence? If you're making baseless accusations, I can sue you for defamation."
Jenny replied, "Fine, go ahead and sue me. I'm not afraid. The child is Brad's. You don't know, do you? That night, he fucked me so hard, and it hurt."
I was trembling with anger, determined to argue with her to the end.
Of course, she wasn't afraid. Someone who came with the intention of a scorched-earth battle wouldn't be afraid.
I said, "Shameless, Jenny, stop talking nonsense. If you're so sure the child is Brad's, fine, let's go to the hospital right now and do a paternity test in front of everyone. The truth will come out quickly."
Jenny calmly wrapped the thin blanket tighter around the baby, staring at me. "It's not up to you to decide about my and Brad's child. My baby is hungry; I need to go feed him. As for the paternity test, the baby is too young, and I won't agree to it. What I can tell you, Jane, is don't be too confident." Before she finished speaking, she started to walk away with the baby. I stepped forward to block her path.
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