Chapter 293: The Wilson Heir in My Belly
“You expect me to clean up your mess?”
Margaret was furious.
How did a strong, capable woman like her raise such a useless son?
The thought alone was enough to drive her mad.
“If you don’t want to deal with it, fine, neither will I. But let me remind you–your precious Mabel knows about you and Octavia. She’s already at the Merrick house causing trouble.”
“I just got a call from them. I suggest you go handle it before your little schemes all go up in smoke.”
With that, Margaret bent down and scooped up Ali.
“Ali, come on, let’s go. Your dad has other things to take care of.”
Alijah didn’t want to leave, but seeing Marcus looking so troubled, he just lowered his head obediently.
“Grandma, if I go back with you, can I skip my riding lesson?”
Last time, his thighs got so scraped up they bled.
He didn’t get them treated in time, and they ended up getting infected.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to learn.
He just didn’t want to go through that again.
Margaret frowned.
“Why are you getting so lazy?”
“Looks like your father hasn’t been keeping up with your studies at all.”
“Ali, you might be a young master of the Wilson Group, but if you don’t know anything, you’ll get taken for a fool someday.”
“You think you’re in control? By the time you realize what’s going on, the whole company will be in someone else’s hands.”
She was beyond frustrated.
If she weren’t getting older, she’d take this kid out for a three–mile run herself.
Boys couldn’t be coddled.
They needed tough love.
Alijah’s voice was small and aggrieved.
“I just wanted a little break. I wasn’t trying to skip class. Grandma, can’t I rest just for a bit?”
Margaret’s frown deepened.
“Do you even know how long it’s been since you last had a lesson?”
“Spending all this time with your father has made you wild!”
“Enough. You’re coming back with me to study. I raised your father into the successful man he is today, and you won’t be any different.”
Alijah sighed, shoulders slumping.
Between horseback riding and archery, he’d rather be shooting arrows.
At least he actually enjoyed that.
Otherwise, Gemma wouldn’t have signed him up for it.
He missed Gemma so much.
Mom never forced him to do anything.
She always let him follow his interests.
With her, he was always the best version of himself.
But with Margaret? He was never good enough.
His confidence was slipping away.
Margaret, seeing him fall silent, assumed he was finally listening. Her tone softened.
“Alright, I won’t scold you anymore. You’re still young. This is the time to focus on learning. You’ll thank me one day.”
Thank her?
Alijah turned to glance at Marcus, who was still standing there, dazed.
He felt completely defeated.
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Chapter 293: The Wilson Heir in My Belly
His dad sure as hell didn’t thank Grandma.
And he probably wouldn’t either.
It took Marcus a long time to snap out of it.
When he finally checked his phone, he saw that Octavia had called multiple times and sent a flood of messages.
[Your precious little lover is disgusting.]
[Did I not make it clear? You were just a tool to me, a chess piece. And now she’s coming to me to show off?]
[I already sent her away.]
[What the hell? She came back. Some washed–up celebrity acting like she’s a big deal.]
[ANSWER ME!!!]
[If you ignore me, I’ll deal with your little lover myself.]
[You know I have a bad temper. You better get over here. NOW.]
Marcus sighed and rubbed his temples.
Mabel never used to be like this.
Gemma was his wife in name and in truth, and Mabel always kept her distance.
She never dared to show her feelings.
She was so sensible. So well–mannered.
So why was she acting completely unhinged now?
He didn’t want to go to the Merrick house.
Nothing but chaos awaited him there.
Between Octavia and Mabel, he didn’t want to see either of them.
He pulled out his phone and called Cedric.
“Let’s go for a drink.”
Cedric’s voice was a little hoarse.
“Max, I’m on a business trip in S City. My little branch office ran into some problems.”
Marcus frowned. “Since when did you start handling family business? And why that small office in S City?”
Cedric chuckled, a bit sheepish.
‘People grow up, you know?”
“My grandpa’s health is getting worse. Yeah, Dr. Kelestine saved him, but he still won’t take care of himself. Keeps burying himself in research. I have to step up so he can finally enjoy his retirement.”
‘Oh, my client’s here–I gotta go.”
With that, he hung up.
Marcus stood there, stunned.
It hit him then–his once loyal, ever–present brother had drifted away.
He didn’t even know when it happened.
Scrolling through his contacts, he realized something.
All those people he used to hang out with? They were just drinking buddies.
Now, with all this weighing on him, there wasn’t a single person he could talk to.
Gemma’s words echoed in his mind.
–“You push me aside for these so–called friends. Will you regret it one day?”
He did.
He clutched his chest, trying to smother the ache in his heart.
He regretted it more than anything. If he had just listened to her back then, he wouldn’t be standing here like this now.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally called for a car.
And headed straight to the Merrick Corporation.
Inside the Merrick office.
Octavia stared at Mabel, amused.
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Chapter 293: The Wilson Heir in My Belly
“So you’re telling me you’re his fiancée, and I’m the homewrecker?”
Mabel shot back, “Aren’t you? I’m living in the Wilson family estate. They’ve already acknowledged me as Mrs. Wilson. And more importantly—” She placed a protective hand over her belly. “I’m carrying his child.”
Octavia narrowed her eyes, gaze flicking to Mabel’s stomach.
The sharpness in her expression made Mabel instinctively take a step back, her grip tightening around her belly.
Octavia clapped her hands. “You think I’m going to do something to you?”
“Well, you’re not wrong. If I get rid of that baby, what do you have left?”
“You’re just a washed–up actress. What does the Wilson family even see in you?”
“In fact, all it takes is one word from me, and they’ll keep the baby–but not the mother.”
“Honestly, I don’t want kids. You might’ve just solved a big problem for me.”
She had planned to send Mabel away. But now, she was reconsidering.
If Mabel’s child was born, it could be quite the useful pawn.
Mabel’s face turned ghostly pale.
Terrified, she spun around to leave./
“Oh, so now you wanna go? Too late, we’ve got business to settle.”
At Octavia’s signal, her secretary stepped in, blocking the exit.
Mabel’s voice trembled. “What are you trying to do? If you dare touch me, I’ll call the cops. Do the Merricks even care about their reputation?”
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