"Zip it, or Miss Brittany will have your head!"
Yuri cleared his throat, startling the maids, "Mr. Lynette!"
"Cut out the baseless gossip from now on."
Yuri didn't buy the rumor that Brittany was expecting. He scolded, clearly annoyed.
The maids, caught red-handed spreading tales without evidence, didn't dare to utter another word.
Although Yuri appeared calm, a seed of doubt had been planted.
Over the next few days, Yuri kept a close eye on Brittany.
And, just like the maids had mentioned, the signs were there.
Cravings for sour foods, excessive sleepiness, and bouts of nausea.
Yuri realized something was amiss and, after dinner one evening, led Brittany to his study.
"Bri, I notice you’ve been craving sour foods a lot lately. Are you feeling alright?"
Brittany, puzzled, replied, "Dad, I don’t follow."
"The sleepiness, the cravings," Yuri laid out his observations calmly, "I've heard from the maids you've been avoiding seafood and anything too rich..."
Brittany's complexion changed slightly, "Dad, I—"
"You're pregnant."
Yuri seemed to be speculating, but his mind was made up.
"Is that so?"
Suddenly, the study was thick with tension.
Brittany, stiff with shock, knew she couldn't hide it any longer. Her knees buckled, and she fell to the floor, "I'm so sorry, Dad."
Yuri felt dizzy with anger, his teeth clenched, "Whose child is it?"
Brittany took a deep breath, "Dad, I've told you, there's someone I love."
She licked her lips nervously, "I have a boyfriend."
Yuri was aware of this, but he thought Brittany had broken up with him long ago.
He hadn't expected not only were they still together, but she was also pregnant!
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