Page 21 of The Grumpy Billionaire Baby Daddy

"Come on,” he says without looking back at me, and I follow behind into the house.

"Did you tell your mom, yet?"

He stays quiet.

What's his deal?

As we step into the expansive lobby, a pristine white console table greets us near the entrance. Beyond it lies an even grander living room that leaves me awestruck. It's clear that the title "Jason Richest Under Forty" is no exaggeration. The towering ceiling dwarfs anything I've ever witnessed, and a magnificent chandelier commands the center, cascading down in all its glory. Adorned with translucent gemstones, the chandelier exudes a breathtaking aura.

A woman who looks like she's in her early sixties walks into the living room, brows furrowed. She looks at me, then at Jason, then back at me.

"Hello."

She flashes a warm smile that reaches her eyes before turning over to Jason. Jason didn't tell her yet. This is going to be really awkward.

"Uhh… mom, please sit. We need to talk."

She squints, pausing for a second, before sitting. When she sits, I notice just how tall and sophisticated she is. She looks like she should be a movie star.

I sit near Jason. My eyes land on the picture frame section; there are many frames here. I count twenty-four altogether. There's a photo of what looks like Jason. He's holding a baby in his arms - it must be Richard.

"What? You're joking!"

Her gasp draws my attention to the situation at hand. Her eyes are on me.

"Is what he's saying true?"

I didn't hear a word of what he said.

"Uhh… yes."

She presses her fingers to her lips, studying me.

"How many weeks?"

"Should be four now."

She exhales and stands to her feet.

"This… this is…" She sighs - the kind that saysI give up.

"We don't have a choice. I think you both made the best decision. It's better than getting rid of it. Welcome, Fiona. Please call me Bertha."

"Nice to meet you, Bertha," I say without meeting her eyes.

The front door opens, and loud footsteps slap the marble tiles.

A thin figure walks into the living room. He places both hands on his waist, his eyes fixed on me.

"Uhm, hello?"

Jason stands to his feet and walks to the thin boy, tapping his shoulder.

"Richard, this is Fiona. Fiona, this is my baby brother, Richard."

"Hi, Richard." I manage to say. He smiles at me and turns to Jason.

"I'll explain everything to you later, Richie. For now, she needs to settle in."

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