Chapter 9

“If you knew the truth, you wouldn’t call her that.”

“What truth?” Roger asked, confused, as his father had always hinted at something when it came to Deborah.

“I don’t know why you ask, since you should know,” his father said angrily. “Ungrateful child, you better stop this nonsense. You’re only ruining our name.”

“I’m not ruining anyone or anything. If anything, it’s that mute who—”

“Deborah,” his father interrupted, seething.

“What?”

“Is it so hard to call her by her name?”

“I’ll never call her by her name, so you should understand how much I hate her.”

“You do know that to fully inherit the company, your grandfather asked for a grandchild.”

“Well, don’t worry, Dad. I have great news: you’re going to be a grandfather soon,” Roger declared happily.

“What…? Is Deborah…?”

“No, of course not,” he said with disgust.

“What… but you said…” His father’s eyes narrowed. “Wait, are you saying your mistress is pregnant?”

“Yes, and that’s why I’m divorcing Deborah to make Sophia my