Caesar extended his hand, preparing to usher Leann out.


    Leann, overwhelmed with emotion, protested, “You… at the very least, let me go home to pack some clothes!”


    Caesar responded coldly, “You ridiculous woman. You’re still thinking about packing your clothes?! I’m already being generous by not stripping you of your clothes right now. If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll make sure to throw you out without any!”


    Upon hearing this, Leann fell silent, obeying like a docile pet as Caesar led her away.


    Once Leann was gone, Don Albert pointed at Skye andmanded, “You,e here.”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Skye felt a deep reluctance within her but had no choice but toply with Don Albert’s orders.


    With a trembling voice, she approached him, saying, “Don… Don Albert…”


    Don Albert nodded and gestured to the staff of the Civil Affairs Bureau. “Prepare a marriage certificate for these two,” he instructed, indicating Skye and David.


    The staff, taken aback, stammered, “Wait, you want me to prepare a marriage certificate for them?”


    “Yes,” Don Albert affirmed. “It’s for both of them. Hurry up and get it done!”


    Though the staff member was shocked, it only solidified her opinion. This David, at around fifty years old, was the epitome of a scoundrel. He had brought both his wife and mistress to the Civil Affairs Bureau to finalize divorce and marriage proceedings simultaneously. Was this man truly so heartless?


    As a young woman, she held a particr disdain for scumbags. While she could asionally understand the behavior of attractive or privileged men, it was hard toprehend a man as old and unattractive as David acting so shamelessly.


    Despite her feelings of disgust, the young woman kept her discontent to herself and proceeded to handle the necessary paperwork for David and Skye’s marriage. <fnbac3> Content originallyes from fin?novel</fnbac3>


    Before they could receive their marriage certificate, the couple was required to take a wedding photo together. Thus, they stood side by side in front of a red curtain, resembling more of a father and daughter than a couple.


    Skye’s expression was strained; though she was deeply unhappy, she masked it well.


    Meanwhile, David was wrapped in a swirl of emotions. What troubled him the most was the dilemma of Skye’s pregnancy.


    Should he encourage her to consider an abortion when they returned home?


    At that moment, Grant wore a somber expression and said, “David, I won’tment on this issue today, but I expect you to treat my daughter well from now on. If you don’t, you’ll see my wrath!”


    David quickly responded, “Rest assured, Mr. Ward. I will do everything I can to take care of her…”


    Grant continued, “And you must not let my daughter terminate the pregnancy under any circumstances. If you do, I will never forgive you. Do you understand?”


    David felt a wave of frustration wash over him.


    Wasn’t the child just the offspring of a foreigner? Why was Grant so adamant about not allowing an abortion?


    If this mixed-race baby were to be born, it would surely bring him disgrace. What could he do?


    However, David knew better than to defy Grant; his very livelihood depended on his favor. If he angered him, he knew the Carson family’s fortune would suffer.


    Thus, he could only nod in agreement, saying, “Mr. Ward, you can rest easy. I won’t ask Skye to terminate the pregnancy.”


    Grant’s expression softened with relief. “If you both decide you do not want the child once it’s born, you can leave it in my and my wife’s care. We’ll raise it ourselves.”<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>