My Billionaire Mom novel Chapter 616

After hearing Thomson's words, Tyrion started to nod fervently as he quickly replied, "Of course, of course. How could a hidden family like us make the first move?"

Then, Thomson started to speak calmly with an air of superiority, "Make sure you understand this. Although Karen has been popular within our social circles these days, she is nothing compared to The Three Greatest Hidden Households. How could I possibly bring myself down to contact her?"

Tyrion nodded hurriedly. After all, he was merely one of the many subordinates of the hidden family. He had to be respectful above all else.

He was trembling, scared of saying anything wrong that would offend Mr. Yeager.

"Well then, what are your plans for Willa?" Tyrion asked then.

After all, they did not know when Willa would wake up. It was a waiting game.

"Since I've rescued her, I'm going to take her in as my own. She should join the Yeager family as well," Thomson said as he looked towards Willa who was lying motionless on the bed.

"What do you mean, sir?" Tyrion was stunned. He followed Thomson's gaze and turned to look at the comatose Willa as well.

"You've been with me for almost twenty years now. You should know what I plan to do," Thomson tilted his head to look at Tyrion.

His tone was difficult to discern. It had sounded both like a question and a warning.

Tyrion hurriedly bowed his head in apology and asked, "I'm sorry, Mr. Yeager. Could you please explain it to me?"

"My son has always been a playboy, flirting with women everywhere. He always complains about not being able to find his dream girl. Look here, Willa's decent. She could become my son's wife ... " Thomson suggested faintly.

"What? Mr. Yeager, you want Willa and Young Master to get married?" Tyrion choked out, shocked.

"Yes, I do have that idea in mind. Willa looks good, seems like her personality would be decent as well. She'll do alright as my daughter-in-law. Her genes combined with my son's would bear beautiful children, I'm sure. Why did you think I rescued her in the first place?" Thomson stated.

He did not look the least bit affected by any tide of emotion. It was astounding to watch.

"But she doesn't have a high enough status. How could we justify letting her climb to the top of the social ladder just like that?" Tyrion asked in a hurry.

Willa did not own many properties. How could someone like her be matched with the Yeager family?

Willa was basically playing the role of Cinderella right now. "Well, there's no other way to it. Since Miss Whitlock has disagreed with our proposition and her other siblings simply won't do, Willa would be a good alternative. It'll all be down to my son. If he doesn't find her fanciable, we could just let him get her pregnant and drive her away later on ... " Thomson replied.

"That's true. Once Young Master has his own children, he would definitely become more mature," Tyrion nodded.

This seemed like a relatively easy solution.

According to Young Master's past behaviours, he would definitely dump Willa.

"I guess she can consider giving birth to a child for us as repayment for our help," Thomson mused.

"I see. Do we need to discuss this with Young Master then?" Tyrion asked.

"What? Why would we need to do that?" Thomson asked in a flat voice.

"Mr. Yeager ... " Tyrion started to tremble again.

"I know my son and his weakness towards beautiful women. Once he sets his eyes on Willa, he'll ... Oh! She seems to be waking up!" Thomson exclaimed suddenly, spotting some movement on the bed from the corner of his eye.

"Mr. Yeager, should we go check on her?" Tyrion asked.

"Hold on a moment, let me make sure. You're certain her memories will somehow be affected?" Thomson asked.

"It is highly possible." "Alright then. Run along, go get Young Master over here," Thomson instructed.

With a firm nod, Tyrion left.

Thomson then proceeded to let himself into Willa's room.

Willa was in agony, her head hurt so much. She felt like she had just woken up from a long, tedious dream. There were so many people in there that she could not recognize. She couldn't remember any names, now that she thought about it. All she could recall was that there was a young man in her dream named Chuck.

"Where am I?" Willa asked weakly. She blinked her eyes open and sat up with difficulty. She touched her head that had been aching insistently ever since she woke up.

She looked around and did not find any semblance of recognition spark in her mind. It was so strange.

"Have you woken up?" Thomson asked, letting out a quiet laugh as he walked in.

"I guess ... Who are you?" Willa asked, confused.

"My name is Thomson Yeager," Thomson introduced himself.

"Thomson Yeager? Sorry, I don't seem to know who you are. Did you save me from something?" Willa asked as she rubbed at her aching head. She kept feeling like there was something in particular that she could not remember.

"That's right. Do you not remember

anything?" Thomson walked up to her in concern.

"1-1 can only recall that my name is Willa. Other than that, everything becomes a blur ... God, my head hurts!" Willa wailed a little towards the end.