<b>Chapter </b><b>348 </b>
Lately<b>, </b>things hadn’t been going well for Zac<b>. </b>
Several of the Gibson Corporation’s <b>major </b>projects had run into trouble<b>, </b>one after another.
Even the ventures he had invested in through friends were bleeding money, and several key partners had already pulled out.
Zac <b>was </bpletely swamped, running around nonstop every day trying to put out fires.
That afternoon, Wendy showed up at his office.
Oddly enough, she <b>wasn’t </b>wearing makeup today. No perfume, either.
“Zac, <b>I’ve </b>got a surprise for you,” she said cheerfully, smiling from ear to ear.
But <b>Zac </b>wasn’t in the mood. He sat behind his desk, flipping through documents with a <b>scowl</b>.
“Just get to the point,” he said impatiently. “I’m busy.”
Still smiling sweetly<b>, </b>Wendy lifted herself onto the edge of his desk.
“Zac<b>, </b><b>you’re </b>going to be thrilled.”
She pulled a sheet of paper out of her purse and handed it to him, her eyes gleaming.
“Zac<b>, </b><b>you’re </b>going to be a dad.”
Zac’s expression froze. His head snapped up as he snatched the report from her.
<b>“</b>What did <b>you </b>just say?”
“I’m pregnant!” she said, glowing with excitement. “You’re going to be a father!”
But Zac’s expression darkened instantly. His eyes locked onto the paper like it had personally offended him.
<b>“</b><b>Get </b>rid of it,” he said sharply. “You can’t keep this baby.”
<b>“</b>What?!” Wendy’s smile vanished. Her expression was stunned.
<b>“</b><b>You’ve </b>got to be kidding! This is our baby! Why would you even say that?!”
<b>Zac </b>let out <b>a </b>coldugh. “Because <b>I </b>don’t want it. Simple as that.”
<b>“</b><b>Zac </b><b>Gibson</b><b>!</b><b>” </b>
She jumped off the desk, stood in front of him, and pointed at him furiously.
<b>“</b><b>You’re </b><b>a </b>damn <b>bastard</b><b>!</b><b>” </b>
“Don’t make me say it again,<b>” </b>he said coldly<b>. </b><b>“</b><b>Get </b>rid <b>of </b>it.”
<b>“</b>Well, <b>I </b>won’t<b>!</b><b>” </b>she <b>snapped</b>. “This <b>is </b>my child. If I want to have it, I will. You don’t get a say! I’ll raise him on my own if I have <b>to</b><b>!</b><b>” </b>
<b>“</b>How much do <b>you </b>want?” <b>Zac’s </b><b>voice </b>was <b>icy</b>. <b>“</b>Name <b>your </b>price<b>.</b><b>” </b>
<b>“</b>Price?<b>” </b>Wendy <b>was </b>shaking with <b>rage</b>.
“This is your own flesh and blood, and you’re trying to buy <b>it </b>off like a business <b>deal</b>? Are <b>you </b>even human? Even wild animals don’t turn on their young!<b>” </b>
“Easy for you to say<b>,</b><b>” </b>Zac sneered<b>. </b><b>“</b>Once <b>you </b>have the kid<b>, </b><b>you’ll </b><b>still </b><b>expect </b>me <b>to </b>take responsibility. Well<b>, </b>I’m not interested in ying daddy.” Wendy didn’t back down. Her eyes burned with <b>fury</b>.
“Oh, really? And what about that night when you didn’t want to use protection? You looked me in the eye and promised–said <b>if </b><b>I </b><b>got </b>pregnant, you’d keep the baby. Now that it’s actually happened, you want to run<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Zac scoffed,pletely unbothered. “You believed what I said when <b>I </b>was drunk?”
“<b>You’re </b><b>a </bplete piece <b>of </b>garbage!”
Furming, Wendy grabbed her purse and stormed out of the office.
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That afternoon<b>, </b>an unexpected guest arrived at Ascend Law Firm.
The young receptionist didn’t <b>recognize </b>Wendy or know anything about her history with their boss<b>, </b><b>so </b>she politely brought her to the lounge and even poured her a <b>cup </b><b>of </b>tea.
“Miss Riley’s in court this afternoon,” the receptionist nced at her watch. “It should be over by now. She’s probably on her way back. Please wait a
moment.”
Wendy nodded with a polite smile. “Thank you.”
Once the receptionist <b>left</b>, Wendy sat down and calmly took out her phone.
She snapped a photo <b>of </b>the pregnancy report and sent it straight to Zac’s mother, Monica.
“Mrs. Gibson, I’m pregnant. Zac says he doesn’t want the baby…”
The phone rang almost immediately.
Wendy let it ring for a few moments before slowly answering.
“Wendy, are you really pregnant?” Monica’s voice was full of joy and excitement.
Wendy casually tucked her hair behind her ear, lips curling into a silent smirk.
Then, with perfect timing<b>, </b>she burst into tears over the phone.
“It’s true, Mrs. Gibson. I’ve had this weird craving for all things sour–old wives‘ tales say that means I’m having a boy. But Zac doesn’t even want the: baby<b>…</b><b>” </b>
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