The CEO's Unplanned Heir novel Chapter 1011

Beverley couldn't help but curl her lips in disdain.

It would be too much if Lisbeth were still playing games with Raines, who was such a catch, which would mean she was cold-hearted and heartless.

Sheryl sat beside her, a sense of injustice gnawing at her.

Of the four brothers, why did it have to be Fredric who inherited their father, Chad's charm and easy way with romance? The other three were devoted to their love.

"Chad's got four sons, and it looks like only Fredric's the spitting image of him. The other three brothers are nothing like him."

Aurelia knew what she meant, and her lips twisted into a half-smirk and half-smile. "Genetics are a funny thing. Sons are mostly like their moms, but occasionally, you get one who takes after his dad a bit more. Looks like Fredric hit that genetic jackpot."

Beverley interrupted, "Genetics are like a lottery, totally random. Raines, Arnold, and Leopold probably got those good genes skipping a generation, taking after our grandparents, who were the picture of love and devotion. On the other hand, Fredric didn't get a loyal gene, inheriting the playboy genes from Great-grandfather instead."

The analysis was logical and sensible.

Sheryl was speechless.

Aurelia handed her a chocolate, comforting her, "Sheryl, they say a reformed rake makes the best husband. Fredric's a changed man now, and his flings aren't the kind to take home to Mama."

Sheryl made a face. "I'm not worried about the flings. I'm worried about some gold digger trapping him and having a secret love child. I have no sons of my own. I won’t hand over our family fortune to some outsider."

Aurelia understood her concerns. "Sheryl, you're still young. Why not try for another baby with Fredric?"

Sheryl's brows knitted slightly. "You think I haven't tried? But he's unwilling to have another child with me. I don't know what's going through his head, but he just refuses to have another."

As she spoke, Aurelia's phone pinged with a WhatsApp message from her cousin, Jelena.

[Darling, I'm coming back home tomorrow.]

Aurelia quickly replied, [What time?]

[Evening.]