Marry My Billionaire Second Husband - Chapter 266

Chapter 266: Disrespect Her Choices
“Prove that I am the father of Emmeline’s chi― You’re off your rockers!” Aiden spluttered.

His eyes twitched, trying his best to maintain his cool, but Annalise Hawthorne was ever as trying as the daughter she raised.

“What are you so scared of?” Annalise taunted. “If you are innocent, there’s no need to worry about doing a blood test.”

Alright. Kindness and respect for his elders be damned. He loathed this mother-and-daughter combo more than the nasty little school children who broke some of his action figures when he was moving them to Isaac’s place.

“You’re hearing this?” Aiden whirled on his heel to look at the witch― Emmeline. He had always dubbed her one for fun, but now she looked the part. “Your mother is basically calling you a whore for sleeping around with both brothers. You’re going to take this standing down?”

“The child needs to go,” Emmeline spat out. “Mother, there’s no need to test. Fuck this baby― where the hell is Benji Wales?!”

Aiden clapped his hands together once, the crisp sound of his palms making contact with each other ringing in the room.

“You heard the lady!” he said. “Let’s schedule the quickest abortion date and you two can be off on your merry way―”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Emmeline!” Annalise stood up, snapping.

She reached forward and before Aiden could react, she sunk her claws deep into Aiden’s forearm. Her nails were sharp, manicured talons that quickly broke the surface of his skin, drawing blood. If he hadn’t known that the procedure had to be sterile, Aiden would have assumed Annalise was trying to use her nails to draw the blood needed for the paternity test!

“You’re keeping the baby!” Annalise insisted. “We’ll test the kid’s parentage to see if Aiden is the father― if he is, the Montgomerys ought to take responsibility! This is still their grandchild you’re carrying!”

“Didn’t you say we should be supporting Emmeline’s decision, be it to abort the child or to keep it?” Aiden said, alarmed.

The more he tried to struggle out of Annalise’s grip, the deeper she burrowed under his skin. He had the strength to just tear her off, sure, but she would no doubt take a chunk of his flesh with her if he did that.

“She said so herself!” Aiden continued. “Emmeline wants the baby gone― respect her wishes!”

“Emmeline doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” Annalise snapped. She then turned sharply to her daughter. She said in a much softer tone, “Baby, think rationally! If you’re indeed carrying a Montgomery heir, they will keep you at the Montgomery estate. Otherwise, where will you go?”

Aiden had said so himself― Charles Montgomery didn’t want Emmeline there now that they knew the baby Emmeline was carrying wasn’t Matteo’s child. However, if it was Aiden’s, things would be different. The baby would still have Montgomery blood flowing in it.

“What do you mean if I keep the child?” Emmeline asked. She sat up, her eyes red. Aiden wobbled back a few steps — as much as he could stretch — in fear she would start crawling on all fours. “Godmother would help me, wouldn’t she? I just want to go rest in my room. I am sick of staying here!”

“Look, if you could just―” Aiden tried to say, digging his hand under Annalise’s in an attempt to yank her off while causing as little pain to himself as possible, but failed miserably.

“Your mother insists that it’s not possible,” Annalise said, pulling Aiden close. “But we all know what sort of man you are, Aiden Montgomery. If you wish to dispel the rumors, you will do the blood test. Or else…”

Annalise smirked, and Aiden felt his blood run cold with the way she smiled. It was so sinister.

“You may not care about what the public thinks of you, but you care about what Amelia Kentwood thinks, don’t you?”

Aiden’s lips immediately thinned into a fine line, causing Annalise’s smile to stretch. She knew she had hit the nail on the head. She, too, was young once. Annalise knew all too well what it was like to pine after someone who was out of reach― she was the same.

How scandalous. Aiden Montgomery was in love with his own sister-in-law.

“Wouldn’t she like to know how you’re trying to worm out of this after getting her cousin pregnant?” Annalise taunted. “She may not have a good relationship with my daughter, but she, unlike you, has upright morals. What would she say, learning that you’re unwilling to lay in the bed you’ve made for yourself?”

Aiden’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed, staring wordlessly at Annalise. He was so stumped that he hadn’t even heard the door open.

Right then, a doctor walked in, and Annalise quickly waved him over.

“Please, Doctor,” she said. “This is the man I was speaking to you about. We’ll need a sample of his blood.”

“I’m not―”

“Just do it,” Annalise said through gritted teeth. “Do it, and I’ll allow Emmeline to get rid of the child. Otherwise, if you’re not the father, wouldn’t it be unfair for her to make the decision for herself?”

Aiden’s eyes twitched. He cast a look at Emmeline on the bed, who had her head in her hands. She was mumbling something to herself, completely ignoring the both of them.

Emmeline Hawthorne had finally gone insane, he thought.

Whatever. If a bit of his blood and the truth would lead these two out of his life, it was a small price to pay. He was the one who dug this pit for himself anyway.

“Fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’ll do the blood test.”

***

According to the doctors, it would take a few days before the test results would be released. Until then, Emmeline was well-rested enough to be discharged and taken home.

However, there were a few problems. For one thing, Charles Montgomery made it very clear that Emmeline Hawthorne was not to step into the Montgomery family grounds any further. For another, Aiden himself wanted to stay as far away from Emmeline as possible.

As such, he took a different turn once they entered the wealthier neighborhood, and Emmeline soon realized how familiar the houses were.

“This isn’t the way back to the Montgomery estate,” Emmeline pointed out.

She sat upright when she saw the familiar building loom before her. The gates swung open and down the driveway was a car parked― one which she recognized to belong to Matteo.

“That’s because we’re not returning to the Montgomery estate,” Aiden said. He shifted the gears and the car came to a stop. “You’re a Hawthorne. Shouldn’t you return to the Hawthorne estate instead?”