Chapter 3

Every word was baseless slander.

Yet it attracted the attention of the family's distant relatives.

"Gideon married a woman with a messy private life? No wonder she couldn't get pregnant for so long."

"Good thing Vanessa had a son, otherwise the family wouldn't have an heir."

"But Wren seems so certain. Could it be the child really isn't his?"

Hearing this, Vanessa's eyes immediately reddened. She clutched Gideon's mother's arm, looking aggrieved:

"Whether the child is his or not, you can tell just by looking."

"I know you're all looking out for Gideon."

"If you don't believe me, I'll take Asher for another paternity test."

Vanessa's face was full of grievance, as if she would burst into tears the next second.

Gideon's mother's face wrinkled with distress, and her voice immediately grew louder.

"I'd like to see who dares make my grandson suffer."

"Those eyes, that nose—exactly like Gideon when he was little! If he's not our biological grandson, whose could he be?"

"You don't need to test anything, Wren. This grandson, our family has claimed!"

Looking at Gideon's mother's twisted face before me, my heart stung with pain.

The Gideon's mother of the past had always been kind and warm to me, always smiling.

I had treated her like my closest family.

But now, with Vanessa's manipulation, she looked at me with pure hatred.

Gideon's father couldn't hold back anymore and waved for people to remove me from the funeral hall.

"Because of one sentence from you, you made Vanessa, who just gave birth days ago, cry like this."

"Get her out of here."

I looked around, staring hard at Gideon's father and mother, speaking each word clearly:

"Do you really think just because Vanessa had a son, she can get the inheritance?"

"Even if the lawyer comes, she won't get a single penny!"

The air froze for a moment, so quiet you could only hear breathing.

Gideon's father stomped his cane heavily, his face flushing red with anger:

"Get her out! I don't want to see this lunatic anymore!"

Two security guards immediately came forward, grabbing my arms.

I suppressed my anger and shook them off hard.

"Don't touch me. I'm pregnant."

With that, I pulled out the pregnancy test report from my bag.

Black and white, clear as day: 12 weeks pregnant.

Gideon's father and mother exchanged glances and laughed coldly.

Vanessa reached out and snatched the pregnancy report from me. After looking at it for a few seconds, she laughed:

"So what if you're pregnant?"

"You're only three months along. You don't even know if it's a boy or a girl."

"What right do you have to compete with my son Asher for this inheritance?"

"Today, I'll make you see the contents of the will clearly."

Half an hour later, the lawyer got out of his car carrying a briefcase.

Everyone's eyes locked onto the lawyer.

They watched him walk into the main hall, pull the will from his briefcase, and read it clearly, each word hammering into the entire funeral.

"Given that the testator is advanced in age but currently of sound mind and able to express his will freely."

"The testator wishes, through this will, to transfer all his property to the biological mother of Gideon's first son."

Vanessa triumphantly snatched the will and shoved it in my face.

"Did you hear that? The biological mother of his first son!"

"Even if you have a son, he'll only be fit to carry my son's shoes!"

The way Gideon's mother and father looked at me pierced my heart.

"I heard it. I heard it very clearly."

I looked at the short line of text on the will, my gaze falling on "biological mother of the first son."

Then it fell on Vanessa's face.

"When you can't get the inheritance, let's see how long you can keep acting smug."