Chapter 33

Heather ordered a cup of hot milk. In the past, with the weather so warm, she would have surely asked for iced fruit juice instead.

Jason's gaze fixated on her, his eyes following the subtle shift in her posture. She sat with a languid elegance, propping a cushion behind her lower back for support.

When she noticed his eyes lingering on her belly, she subtly adjusted her posture, making the curve of her abdomen more pronounced.

Chuckling softly, Heather broke the silence. "Jason, you're going to be an uncle."

A storm gathered in Jason's eyes, dark and swift. His hand shot out, gripping her arm so tightly it seemed he might snap it in two.

But Heather remained calm, almost indifferent. "You probably know by now," she said lightly, "before your father passed, he gave his shares to me and the child. From now on, we'll rely on Vander Inc. for our livelihood."

With deliberate ease, Heather patted the back of his hand. "As an uncle, you should show mercy. Let me and my child live