"Mom," Liam Hugh was stunned by his mother's slap, and when he finally came to, his face felt scorching hot as if on fire, "What are you actually thinking? Do you really want to watch our Hugh family's own blood being called bastards?"
"Molly is carrying your grandson in her belly!"
His face was slightly swollen from the slap.
One corner of his mouth was split, filling his mouth with the taste of blood.
Molly Hanson stood to the side, too frightened by the sudden turn of events to speak.
The old lady had an intimidating presence.
Her gaze was sharp, and her hand, heavy!
"I have a granddaughter..." The old lady's voice was extremely cold, "not a grandson."
"Hannah Johnson is a girl, and she doesn't carry my surname. Are you suggesting she should inherit the family business?"
Liam Hugh's words instantly dimmed the light in Hannah's eyes.
Was a boy really that important?
