The CEO's Unplanned Heir novel Chapter 907

Megan felt a twitch in her cheek as if she were an onion being peeled layer by layer, with her deepest and darkest intentions exposed for all to see.

"Don't get cute with me," she snapped, raising her voice. "If you so much as think about hurting my child, I will not let you off the hook."

Aurelia took a leisurely sip of her cocktail and said coolly, "If your kid really has been kidnapped, you should be calling the cops. Let them do their job instead of throwing around wild accusations." She paused, eyeing Megan closely. "Did you even call them?"

How could Megan call the police? She didn't even know the gender of her child, let alone how to report it. Besides, if she called the cops, the whole scheme with the fake child would come crashing down. If it turned out the child was a girl, she'd be ruined.

"I... of course, I called them," Megan lied, faltering her voice. "The police are conducting a confidential investigation. I'd advise you not to commit such a grave mistake. If it turns out you're behind the abduction, and the cops find out, you're done for. You can kiss your dreams of rejoining the Stirling family goodbye. And your bastard Kane will suffer the consequences too, possibly losing his inheritance. Tears won't save you then." She rambled on with a mix of threats and warnings.

Aurelia remained as composed as a gentle breeze. "You're wasting your time with me. I have my principles and I would never harm a newborn. The only people who knew about where you gave birth were from AK Group. Maybe you should consider whether you've offended someone within AK Group. Or perhaps someone is dissatisfied with your boss, unwilling to let his son enter the Stirling family. That could be why your child was taken to prevent a paternity test."

Megan caught the key phrase in Aurelia's words, with a sharp spasm shooting through her heart, leaving her in shock. "What did you just say? Whose son?"

"Your boss' son, of course?" Aurelia shrugged nonchalantly. "Did you think they'd just pick any child to pull the wool over your eyes?"

Megan felt a storm surge within her, waves of panic crashing over her defenses.

"Don't talk nonsense. There's no fake child. The baby I took to the Stirling family was mine, my flesh and blood."

Aurelia leaned back on the sofa, crossing her legs elegantly, her fingers gently spinning the stem of her glass. The blue liquid swirled inside, mirroring the tumultuous sea.

"The spectator sees more of the game. Let me lay it out for you to see if it makes sense."

She slowed her words, "Your boss went through a lot of trouble to place you by Leopold's side and to make you his wife. Is he a saint who’s lifting you up to be the queen of the Stirling family and your son the prince? What's in it for him?"

Megan twitched her face involuntarily, her rebuttal stuck in her throat.

Aurelia continued, "His real plan was to swap your baby with his and ensure his child would be the rightful heir to the Stirling family after you gave birth. It should have been a secret, undetectable at the moment of birth. Unfortunately for him, you caught on to the scheme. They had to lie and say your child was a girl so that you would comply. If everything had gone smoothly, after the paternity test, your child would be snipped out of the picture, gone from this world without a trace."

She drew her finger across her throat to illustrate her point. "You think your boss is your protector? He's just using you as a pawn. It's a pity for your child who hasn't even been born yet, already enduring such hardship."

With a heavy sigh from Aurelia, Megan seemed to be twisted in agony.