Olivia whipped out her phone, snapped a picture before sending it to William, "Brittany got a kid?"
William responded right away, "Not her own."
Olivia found that hard to swallow.
A grown woman and a small boy, looking kind of alike. They seemed to be getting along like a house on fire. How could they not be mother and son?
She remembered that five years prior, Brittany was pregnant. But didn't that kid kick the bucket?
Olivia left the nursery, her mind doing somersaults. Back home, her fiancé was already waiting for her.
She walked in and pecked her fiancé on the cheek. He saw her confusion, "What's up? Something on your mind?"
"Do you think someone could treat another's kid as their own?"
"Usually, no." Her fiancé poured her a glass of juice, "What's the scoop? Someone popped one out?"
Olivia was more puzzled, "Today, I saw Brittany and a little boy, thick as thieves. The boy even called her mom.
That's the one." Olivia was confused, "I asked William. He said he knows the kid. The kid's dad is swamped, so Brittany's helping out."
Knowing Brittany, she was no pushover.
"Let it go. Didn't she tie the knot before? Having a kid is no biggie, as long as she and William are copacetic." Her fiancé was all about their wedding. He had no time for other people's business.
But Olivia couldn't let it slide. She mulled it over and even hired a private detective to figure out whose kid it was.
Brittany was none the wiser.
The crisis at Dillion Group was over, and Brittany officially returned to the Dustin Group.
Thanks to Matthew's management, the Dustin Group was a far cry from five years before.
Brittany hadn't been in the thick of it for a while and felt out of sorts.
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