But if this is forced, is insidious, is unscrupulous, is for purpose, then...then forget it.
She doesn't want her baby to be born and receive twisted paternal love, or perhaps, not receive any paternal love at all.
Swallowing the bitterness rising in her throat with effort, Isabella Harrison picked up the phone again, resolutely dialed a number.
The phone was quickly answered, and an elder's joyful voice came through, "Granddaughter-in-law, have you disembarked? We've already arranged someone at the airport..."
"Grandma!" Isabella suddenly shouted, interrupting the Old Madam.
The Old Madam was puzzled, sensing that Isabella was not quite herself. "What's wrong, dear child?"
Isabella took a deep breath, adjusted her thoughts before speaking again:
"Grandma, I'm sorry. I don't...I don't love Michael Lees. The child was just an accident, so we are not getting married..."
Despite being prepared, she hesitated a bit when mentioning she didn't love Michael Lees.
