Goodbye, Ex-husband! I'm Pregnant with Your Uncle's Child!-Chapter 73 - She’s Feeling Guilty

“Mom, what if Julia refuses to give the money, what do we do then?” Stella asked, worried again.

“Don’t worry, she’ll agree,” Grace smiled faintly and said, “If she doesn’t want to lose face, she will agree to give up the money.”

Grace, for her younger daughter’s sake, was all in.

Stella leaned against Grace’s shoulder, sobbing and acting spoiled, “Only mom treats me well.”

*

When Julia got a call from the receptionist, telling her that a Miss Land was looking for her,

her expression was indifferent.

It was not surprising that Miss Land knew to find her at work.

When Grace saw Julia coming out of the elevator, she snorted coldly; there she was, face to face with her.

Julia walked out of the elevator, moving straight to the reception without any sideways glances, and thanked the staff.

Then she turned to Grace, suddenly questioning with doubt, “Are you Miss Land?”

She was, after all, suffering from memory loss and naturally did not remember Miss Land’s face.

Julia smiled: no problem.

The indifferent Grace was questioned by her own daughter, “…Yes.”

Julia continued to prod, “I’m really sorry, but since waking up from the car accident almost a year ago, I’ve never seen Miss Land.

So I didn’t know you looked this way.”

The receptionist curiously glanced at Grace, who had just claimed to be the mother of Secretary Land, finding it strange that the daughter’s mother would come to see her for the first time a year after the accident.

Grace, someone who valued reputation, noticed the receptionist’s scrutiny.

She was slightly angry.

She glanced at Julia with a faint expression, “Julia, mom has something to discuss with you.”

Julia smiled and led Grace to a conference room specially set up for receiving visitors at Strong Health.

In the conference room.

Grace sized up her stunningly beautiful daughter; the car accident seemed to have left no impact on her.

She stopped her scrutiny, her attitude still relatively gentle as she laid out her reasoning.

“Julia, if not for the Langston Family, you wouldn’t have had the chance to study, to become Director Quarter’s secretary, and certainly not the chance to marry him.

Now that you’re divorced, you still received so much in assets.”

Grace believed that Julia should understand what she was implying.

The implication was that without the Langston Family, there would be no Julia Land of today.

Julia laughed softly, amused, “Then what?

What are you trying to say with all of this?”

Seeing that Julia was playing dumb despite understanding, Grace cut to the chase, “The Langston Family is in trouble now.

It’s just a matter of giving them seven billion.

You can’t just stand by ungratefully.”

Seven billion, just like that.

Such audacity.

Julia spoke with a nonchalant tone, “Didn’t you already sever ties with me over the phone recently?

What does the Langston Family have to do with me?”

“Moreover, our laws state that parents have an obligation to provide for their children until they reach eighteen years of age.

I was not eighteen yet, so it was only natural for Miss Land to take care of me.

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to study.”

“…”

Grace took a deep breath; it seemed that appealing to emotional ties wouldn’t make Julia compromise.

“Julia, no matter what, Stella is your sister.

If you don’t help, she will have to marry a man thirty years her senior.

Can’t you help her?”

“Not a blood sister?

Marrying an older man is good; he’ll pamper her,” Julia said with an enigmatic smile, unyielding to persuasion.

Grace was very displeased and her face grew cold, “All said and done, you just don’t want to help, right?”

“Yes, that’s right,” Julia nodded.

“In that case, you can’t blame me, as a mother, for being heartless.”

Grace looked at Julia, her eyes complex, and then coldly said, “If you don’t want everyone to know that you were mistreated by the head of the orphanage, you’ll give the seventy billion to the Langston Family.”

Julia’s carefree expression tightened, “What are you talking about?”

Not even a ‘Miss’ was used now.

Grace continued indifferently, “Though you’ve lost your memory, certain things happened, and the facts are the facts.”

Julia looked at Grace impassively.

Luckily, she hadn’t truly lost her memory, and only she and Little Violet knew that the old man hadn’t succeeded in harming her.

However, Grace’s certain statement forced Julia to think hard.

Julia laugh lightly, “How do I know if you are not lying?”

Grace knew Julia wouldn’t believe her, so she opened her bag, took out an old photograph, and slid it over for Julia to see.

“I have the negatives.

I can develop as many prints as I want.”

Julia reached out, her slender fingers picking up the photo.

The young girl in the photo was a ten-year-old version of herself.

She was wearing a sundress donated by a charitable person to the orphanage, her smile bright and beaming.

Julia remembered that the head of the orphanage took this picture of her.

It was in this year, at the age of ten, that the head of the orphanage looked at her with strange eyes.

Initially, the young Julia did not understand that those were the eyes of perverse desire.

Julia’s expression remained calm as she turned the photo to see the back, where there was a line of writing.

[Your daughter tastes very good]

Grace explained, “The words on the back are in the handwriting of the head of the orphanage.”

“Also, someone was inquiring about your orphanage matters recently.

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I did not give them the photo, then, out of consideration that, no matter what, you are my daughter.

Julia, don’t force your mother’s hand.”

Julia, looking at the handwriting on the back of the photo and listening to Grace’s words, felt no pain in her heart.

She smiled and repeated Grace’s last sentence, “Don’t force mother’s hand?”

At the age of ten, the head of the orphanage had not laid his hands on her, but when he tried at eleven, Little Violet rushed in and saved her.

There’s a saying, “A lie told a thousand times becomes the truth.”

Though it never happened, just based on this one photo, if one person talked about it, even if it were not factual, everyone else would come to believe it.

It’s not hard to imagine how people around her would look at her if they saw this photo—their gaze would likely be filled with gossip and judgement.

Grace, as her mother, was impressively relentless in her ruthlessness.

There were stories in the news of mothers who ruthlessly let their daughters be mistreated.

Julia was strong-willed and determined.

She wasn’t enraged but merely asked, “Why do you have this photo?

And when did you receive it?”

Upon facing Julia’s suddenly piercing gaze, Grace’s eyes flickered.

She was feeling guilty.