I shook my head to decline her invitation. Not wanting her to block my way, I thought of turning around to walk in the opposite direction. She said, "You don't want the child to stay with the Saunders, and neither do I. So, let's talk."
I paused, furrowing my brow. After a while, I nodded in agreement.
We went to a cafe. Her skin looked warm and tanned. She looked a little more lively because of her makeup.
She went straight to the point. She said, "Believe it or not, Monique's death had nothing to do with me. She died of excessive bleeding from labor complications. That was truly accidental. I know you don't believe me. I wouldn't either if I were you. After all, everyone concluded that she died because she couldn't take what I said to her."
I pursed my lips and did not respond. She continued, "Whatever it is, I know you won't believe any of this. So, there's no point for me to explain further. I know that you want to keep that child by your side since she's been with you for the past four years while I want to be an upstanding member with great stature in the Saunders family. Of course, I want our child to be the one whom I gave birth to. Hence, I don't want her to be around the Saunders' home."
"Just tell me exactly what you want," I said impatiently.
She was dumbfounded, clearly not expecting that I would reply straight from the shoulder. After a slight pause, she continued, "That child has been with you for four years. To her, you are her mother. Hendrix and Josiah have been on good terms with each other, so I suppose they won't quarrel over this issue. Another way to get around this is to get your spousal relationship with Hendrix out into the open, along with the lawful declaration that both of you can't bear a child so that you can rightfully adopt her. Of course, the premise is such that both of you can no longer bear another child in the future."
"I think you know the legalities better than I do. With the kind of social standing and background that both of you have, getting the child to stay with you would be a piece of cake. However, it's up to you two whether you'd like to trade reputation and the price of not having another child in the future for this child."
I tried to control the outburst that was raging on within. I shot her a nonchalant look then flashed her a smug grin. "Chloe, do you think Hendrix will chicken out if there ever is a dispute with Josiah?"
She shrugged and said sneeringly, "Of course he won't. For someone with such social status, Mr. Roberts won't be afraid of anything. But what about the public opinion? Do you think he'll be afraid of that?"
I was rendered speechless.
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