Chapter 4

I walked out of the room weakly. Downstairs, almost all the Sloane Family elders were present.

Tyson had been thrown in front of Beatrice, along with a dashcam recording.

“You even dared to do this to a member of the Sloane Family,” someone shouted. “Do you have a death wish?”

“No, no, that’s not it, I—” Tyson had never seen the authority of the Sloane Family before. Now, with so many people looking down at him, he could barely speak properly.

“No! Let go of me! Ah!”

Two bodyguards grabbed him from both sides and lifted him up.

He raised his head and saw me. “Davis! Save me! Davis!”

Just like countless times before, he thought of me when he was in danger. But he ignored the fact that this time, the danger was caused by himself.

I turned my head away.

“Davis!” He had never sounded so desperate.

Until the door was opened. Esme kicked aside Beatrice’s guards,

“Mom, if you want to touch him, you’ll have to go through me first.”

“Esme,” I said, looking down at her. “Do you know what he did to me?”

Esme looked at me. “Sorry, but… I’m pregnant.”

I froze.

“His.”

I was shocked.

Esme’s medical report was still in my drawer. Every time she went in for a check-up, the report would first pass through my hands.

Before it was given to her, my people would alter the reproductive system section to read “normal.” However, the last original report I received still showed damaged fallopian tubes.

If she were pregnant, it could only be a stillbirth.

Before I could speak, Beatrice and several others stopped the meeting. “We need to discuss this matter carefully.”

In fact, there was no need for them to hide away to discuss it at all. My people already knew exactly what they were talking about and I didn’t even need to listen to understand their concerns.

In the Sloane Family, I was an outsider holding absolute power. Of course, they had reservations.

They had looked down on Tyson before because he had challenged me, their stabilizing pillar.

But now Tyson had made Esme pregnant. He could now balance me. If it was a boy and one day I did not obey, they could easily let Tyson and his son take my place.

Having multiple levers over me was always better.

“Davis, we thought about it. The child is innocent and you have so much power that you can’t handle it all. Let’s give a little to Tyson,” Beatrice said.

Tyson’s eyes lit up.

I just shook my head with a smile. “What do you mean?”

Beatrice frowned. “You’re the son-in-law of the Sloane Family. Do you not even listen to us?”

“No,” I said. “I mean, if we are going to give it, give it all to Tyson.”

Now, even Tyson did not understand me. “I see that Esme really likes him. Since that’s the case, I shouldn’t ignore him either. From now on, let Tyson take full responsibility as acting CEO. I will step back behind the scenes.”

The Sloane Family’s eyes lit up. I turned and met Esme’s gaze. Her expression was complicated.

She stepped forward and held my hand tightly, “You’ve been wronged.”

‘Wronged? You’re the one carrying a nearly stillborn child—you’re the one wronged!’

I held back any reaction and said, “I told you before—if things stayed like this, maybe I could still stay by your side until old age.”

She held my hand even tighter.

Even the year my mother died, when she feared I might jump into the river, she had never held me this tightly.

Tyson got what he wanted. But I forgot this boy had a huge appetite.

Before Esme could say anything to me, he suddenly fell. How could I not see that he was pretending to be unconscious?