I looked at him, my voice steady but edged with challenge. “So… you choose her, right?”
His thin lips pressed together, cold and unyielding, his gaze locked on mine.
Suddenly, Kristen stepped in front of me, head lowered, her voice quiet but sincere.
“Ma’am, you’ve misunderstood me and George.”
“He’s young, promising, looks like a movie star. Just being linked to me, it already feels like I’m sullying him.”
“I’m divorced, with five sons. No man would ever want me… what could they possibly want from me?”
Her low-cut maid outfit hugged her curves, black stockings tracing the length of her long legs.
My mind drifted to that out-of-place pillow in George’s study, the maid on it looked almost exactly like Kristen.
And the wallpaper on his phone, the one he’d kept for years, it was probably an anime version of her.
I sneered, eyes sharp as I stared at George. “Kristen is asking what you want from her.”
“Let me guess. You want her looks, her figure? You want her fragile, pitiful demeanor?”
I paused, letting the words hang, heavy with accusation.
“Or… do you want her because she has five sons? Haven’t you always wanted a son? Since you can’t have one of your own, you want to become a father without the trouble?”
“Jennifer Hathaway!”
George panicked, glancing nervously at Kristen, then rushed forward, clamping his hand over my mouth, teeth gritted.
“I’m infertile! Must you make sure the whole world knows?”
I shoved him away with force, a cruel smirk on my lips. “You’re just afraid Kristen will despise you if she finds out, aren’t you?”
His eyes flicked away, avoiding mine.
“This is our marital privacy, it’s not something to be spoken aloud.”
“And didn’t you personally invite top experts from abroad for me?”
“I believe it can be cured. We’ll have our own children, so why rely on anyone else?”
Before his words could fully settle, Kristen stepped in, feigning innocence.
“My friends all say I’m very fertile, though I’m not sure what they mean.”
“But I did give birth to five sons, one set of twins, one set of triplets. Even I think it’s rather miraculous.”
A soft blush touched her cheeks.
“I just feel, even if my husband were infertile, I should still be able to have a child.”
George’s eyes brightened at her words, but he quickly masked it, forcing his composure back.
He wrapped his arm around my waist with stiffness, intentionally putting space between Kristen and me.