Queen Mommy's Six Genius Babies Found the CEO Daddy-Chapter 123: Pregnant

Sophia didn’t wake up until noon — and her phone had practically exploded with calls.

She frowned, picked it up, and the moment she answered, Paul’s frantic voice rushed through the speaker:

"President Morgan, where are you? The entire company is waiting for you to start the meeting!"

Sophia’s eyes snapped open.

Right. She had returned to Morgan Group.

She had taken over Morgan Group.

And she had personally announced a morning meeting.

It was already past noon. Everyone probably skipped lunch waiting for her.

"...Secretary Smith," she cleared her throat, voice hoarse, "have them go home for the day. The meeting is canceled."

It wasn’t a life-or-death matter anyway. Canceling was fine.

She sat up, still dazed — and vowed that next time Lucas tempted her into staying in bed, she was absolutely going to slap him awake.

...

At the door, a tiny face peeked in.

"Mommy!"

"Faye."

"Mommy, Daddy told me to bring you this!"

She held a velvet jewelry box worth more than her life.

Sophia raised a brow, opened it — and froze.

Inside was the ultra-rare diamond set she once mentioned cost over a hundred million.

He seriously bought it.

"Mommy, Daddy said once you woke up, he had to coax you properly."

"So you’re his little messenger now?"

Faye beamed and climbed onto the bed. "Mommy, did a mosquito bite you?"

Sophia immediately slapped a hand over her neck.

"Mommy, what are you hiding?"

"Nothing!"

"Hehehe, Mommy is shy~ Don’t worry, I’m very loyal. I won’t tell anyone."

Sophia slapped her palm gently over her daughter’s mouth. "Out. Wait downstairs. Be a good girl."

"Okay~"

The moment she left, Sophia jumped up — and when she saw the kiss marks blooming down her neck, she clenched her fists.

Lucas Hilton, you menace.

She went downstairs — and her phone rang again.

"Mommy, who is Riley?" Faye held out the phone.

"Riley?"

Sophia frowned. Riley had disappeared for half a month — why pop up now?

She answered. "Hello?"

"I’m pregnant."

Sophia’s hand froze mid-stir in her coffee.

...

At a café.

Riley sat stiffly, staring at the six children lined up in front of her like little prosecutors. She swallowed hard.

"I’m pregnant. The baby is Lucas’s."

"Oh?" Sophia took a calm sip of her coffee. "Pregnant? Considering the two of you never actually slept together, how did that happen? Photosynthesis? Self-pollination?"

Riley scowled and slapped a hospital paper down. "Pregnancy test. It’s not fake."

Sophia’s lips curled. "Darling, they fake passports and faces nowadays. A test result is nothing."

"You bring your six children here — what’s the meaning of that?!"

"It means you’re outclassed."

Sophia smiled sweetly. "I thought you finally gave up on your delusions. But here you are again — threatening me, then pulling out a mystery report claiming you’re pregnant. Really? That’s the best plan you had?"

"You think I’d lie about this?!"

"You tell me."

"I—!" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Riley didn’t get the chance to finish.

Eric leaned forward, voice cool and perfectly polite.

"Miss Nelson, your volume suddenly increased. Is that to convince yourself you’re telling the truth?"

"You— you’re just a kid, what do you know?!"

Eric smirked. "So you are guilty?"

"Y-you!"

"Miss Nelson," he suddenly smiled warmly, "you’re very pretty."

She blinked, stunned. "Well... at least you can talk properly."

"Of course," Eric nodded sweetly. "Don’t you want to know how I really see you?"

Riley frowned, clearly trying to figure out what this little devil was plotting.

Angela, sitting calmly beside Eric, lifted her chin and said coolly, "Your nose has two holes."

Riley’s eyes widened. "Are you calling me a pig?!"

Angela’s lips curved lazily.

"I never said that. Miss Nelson, you admitted it yourself."

Riley’s face twisted with anger.

"No wonder you all popped out like wild strays. Born by someone but never raised properly—"

SLAP!

"Ah!!"

Riley clutched her cheek, stunned, staring at Sophia in disbelief.

"Watch your mouth. If you don’t know how to speak, then don’t speak at all."

Sophia lowered her hand calmly, satisfaction flickering in her eyes.

So this was why Olivia used to enjoy slapping people — it felt fantastic.

"You—do you know who I am?! You dare hit me!"

"Miss Nelson, your upbringing was clearly fine — yet you choose to behave like this. I simply helped you remember some manners."

Sophia leaned back, voice serene and icy.

"And my six children? I risked my life to bring them into this world. They are my treasures — irreplaceable. If you want humiliation, I’m happy to provide it. But tell me — you don’t even know who fathered the child in your belly, do you?"

Riley’s face drained of color.

Sophia arched a brow, voice silky and cruelly gentle.

"You’re not entirely to blame. Someone clever used you. That slap? Consider it clearing the slate. And I don’t mind telling you who the father is."

Riley’s breath hitched.

"You met Lucas after you competed overseas. Before that, weren’t you always with your senior — Samuel?"

Riley froze.

How did she know?!

"When you saw Lucas again, couldn’t forget the past, and realized he was married, you still didn’t stop. So you dragged a slightly drunk man into your room."

Sophia tapped the table.

"Yes, someone wiped the hotel surveillance. But I restored it. And I saw a third person enter your room that night — Samuel."

"That’s impossible!"

"Oh really? Funny you say that."

Sophia pushed the report back toward her.

"I tracked down the hotel bedsheets. DNA analysis — you and Samuel. I even checked his family background. Divorced parents. A gambling father. Samuel grew up under him — remarkable, really, to turn out so ’perfect.’ But all that upright, gentlemanly image? Fake."

Riley’s hands trembled.

"You’ve known each other five years. He’s coveted you for five years.

And I bet he never told you anything real about his family, did he?"

Riley’s lips quivered.

"And I also know he’s living at your house now — under your parents’ praises and protection — feeding you lies."

Riley’s entire body shook. "H-how do you know all this?"

"Because you insisted on chasing Lucas," Sophia said plainly, "even after I told you — he has very strict tastes. His body belongs to one woman. Period."

She nudged the pregnancy sheet back toward Riley.

"If I were you? I’d stay quiet. Ask calmly. Because men like Samuel — once cornered — their darkness shows."

Sophia’s tone softened just a fraction.

"Sometimes, the real tragedy isn’t heartbreak. It’s trusting the wrong person."

She stood, smooth and decisive.

"Take care of yourself, Miss Nelson."

Sophia walked out without looking back.

Riley sat frozen, as if struck by lightning — her whole world collapsing in silence.