Night of Destiny ( Anastasia Tillman ) novel Chapter 1207

My Baby’s Daddy Chapter 1207

Ruka blamed herself for angering her mother so much. Claire held her in her embrace. Her heart ached for Ruka, and she heaved a sigh. “I don’t want you ruining your life either.”

Charlotte had been taken into the emergency room when Ren came. Scarlet, her husband, Richard, and Angela were waiting outside in the corridor. They looked worried as well. “Why did she faint all of a sudden?” Ren asked Scarlet.

“I don’t know. The servant called for me all of sudden. She already fainted when I got to the tea room.”

Angela wanted to tell him what happened, but Richard held her back. The announcement of Ren’s relationship with Ruka now would hit Scarlet like a bullet train.

The doctor finally came out of the emergency room. Charlotte had awakened, and she was lying on the bed that was being wheeled out of the room.

When she saw Ren, the lady closed her eyes and sighed.

She was taken to a ward, and Scarlet went inside alone. She was worried a crowd might affect her mother’s rest. Not long after she went inside, she came back out. “Mom wants you inside,” she told Ren.

He nodded. The moment his mother looked at him, he knew he must be the reason why she fainted.

Ren went into the ward. Charlotte had sat up, and she was giving her son a look of complaint. He took a seat. “How are you doing, Mom?”

“Fine, no thanks to you.” She turned her head away angrily.

Ren moved closer to the bed and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. He pressed his cheek against his mother’s hair, and he cooed, “I’m sorry, Mom. Please don’t stay mad at me. Tell me what happened.”

“Yeah, but you can’t just…” No matter how she looked at it, Charlotte was still miffed. She had watched over Ruka ever since she was a child, and she used to come over to play really often. Charlotte thought of her as a granddaughter, so this came as a shock for her.

Not to mention she was very conservative and traditional. Of course it was hard to accept a girl whom she thought of as a granddaughter marrying her son. She shook her head and looked away. It was a silent protest.

Her son held her in his embrace and rested his chin on her shoulders. He went with the act like a child’ tactic. “I’m not gonna marry anyone but her. You refuse, and no grandkids for you.”

The last time he acted like a child was, well, back when he was a literal child asking for a candy. She couldn’t believe her thirty-three year-old son would do the same thing again, but this time, he was asking for a wife instead of a candy.

Charlotte couldn’t hold back anymore. She chuckled and turned back to thump her son. “You shouldn’t threaten me, you know.”