I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2682 - 1666: A Glorious Future (Part 2)

"Are you so certain about her child..."

After a while, Lady Fujiwara spoke up.

"I would bet everything I have."

Fujiwara Takuya answered without hesitation, his voice slow and clear, each word like a nail hitting the floor, probably the most resolute he has ever been in his life.

"Her child must not be Wataru Tetsuya’s."

Lady Fujiwara looked at him, her face dark and inscrutable.

"Then who do you think it belongs to?"

Fujiwara Takuya did not immediately reply, overwhelmed by two successive bombshells, his mind in chaos, not having had the chance to consider this matter. But when Lady Fujiwara mentioned it, almost subconsciously, a face appeared in his mind’s eye.

An Eastern face.

"Mother, this is a question you shouldn’t ask me. Go ask your precious daughter; she surely can give you a satisfactory answer."

Lady Fujiwara exhaled slowly.

She knew she had to show a stance to stabilize her son.

Everyone loses their minds sometimes. If pushed too hard, and one spills the beans irresponsibly, the consequences are indeed unimaginable.

Why is it so difficult to enjoy a peaceful old age?

To have such a pair of children, is truly a blessing over three lifetimes.

"How do you think this should be handled?"

Lady Fujiwara asked in a softened tone.

Fujiwara Takuya smirked, "When Mother asks me, to whom should I turn? Has Mother ever imagined such a thing happening? Does Mother know how to handle it?"

Lady Fujiwara neither confirmed nor denied.

"You go rest first; I’ll go communicate with her."

Fujiwara Takuya tugged at his collar, exhaling long, nodded, the emotional turmoil making him forget any polite words.

"Just now, those doctors."

Turning around to leave, Lady Fujiwara spoke.

"Understood."

Fujiwara Takuya pulled open the door and walked out.

"Is Mother also very agitated?"

Fujiwara Reiki seemed to have foreseen her mother’s arrival and had not rested.

Understandably.

Voices were many and chaotic just now.

Her daughter’s pregnancy is such a big deal, as a mother, it’s only fitting to visit.

With her status upgraded, becoming a grandmother is certainly the entrance to another important milestone in life’s journey. Still, Lady Fujiwara’s face showed no clear signs of joy.

At the same time.

Nor anger.

Looking at her daughter, who was no longer hiding, with a motherly glow, gently caressing her abdomen, she flatly asked, "How long has it been?"

Just now, the pulse diagnosis confirmed the happy pulse but couldn’t accurately estimate the pregnancy period.

"Less than three months."

Fujiwara Reiki confessed, with a relaxed lightness, as if she had shed a long-repressed burden.

Like a big disaster, before being discovered, she inevitably lived in fear, had trouble eating and sleeping, but oddly after exposure, she might feel completely relaxed.

Of course.

Pressure doesn’t just disappear.

It only transfers.

When one is at ease, surely, someone new will have sleepless nights.

"Why didn’t you tell me earlier?"

Fujiwara Reiki, feeling aggrieved, "Mother, I also only learned a little while ago."

"Does Wataru Tetsuya know?"

Just having had a heart-to-heart discussion with her son, Lady Fujiwara asked.

"Yes."

Fujiwara Reiki first lowered her eyes shyly, then recalling her fiancé’s death, suddenly overwhelmed with sadness, her expressions vividly complex, yet naturally unforced, showing no signs of performance.

This.

Is what you call a master at work.

"Did he inform the Imperial Family?"

Fujiwara Reiki shook her head, pulling herself out of the swamp of gloom, being not just a wife but now also a mother, she must be strong.

"Originally, planned to find an opportunity before the wedding. It was Wataru Tetsuya’s idea; he wanted double happiness, but who knew that fate would toy with us."

What’s called ’dead without proving it.’

Everyone should learn.

No matter what blame you throw onto Prince His Highness, it’s impossible for him to get up angrily and argue.

"Do you know."

Lady Fujiwara, looking intently at her daughter, expressionless, "Medical science is very advanced now."

Fujiwara Reiki’s face showed confusion, a puzzled look, "Mother, I don’t quite understand what you mean."

"What I mean is, the dead don’t necessarily stay silent. Wataru Tetsuya died, but his DNA hasn’t disappeared."

It’s often said, pregnancy makes one silly for three years, perhaps an exaggeration, but pregnancy hormones do slow people’s reactions.

But even if dull, Lady Fujiwara expressed herself so clearly, how could Fujiwara Reiki not understand?

Her pupils quaked.

Indeed.

She was shocked.

"Mother, what are you suspecting?"

Lady Fujiwara met her gaze in silence.

Fujiwara Reiki continued, incredulous, clutching her belly, "Mother, in your heart, am I really the kind of woman without shame?"

"Then tell me. Who is it?"

Lady Fujiwara said quietly, "You’re not just playing with fire, but walking a tightrope at the Fuji Mountain Pass."

"Who is it? Who’s spreading these lies? Is it Fujiwara Takuya?"

Fujiwara Reiki’s gaze turned fierce.

"If a paternity test is done, how do you plan to deal with it?"

A mother is indeed a mother.

No unnecessary arguments.

Every word precious.

Fujiwara Reiki froze, staring in disbelief at Lady Fujiwara.

"He’s less than three months old. A paternity test? Mother, do you know what kind of procedures are required for accurate results? What if an accident happens? As a grandmother, are you going to harm your own grandson?"

See, she’s actually quite aware of today’s medical level.

Lady Fujiwara’s face remained as calm as a mirror.

"Then what about waiting until the child is born?"

Right.

The child inside presents risks in testing, but once born, there’re no later worries.

"Mother!"

Fujiwara Reiki seemed unable to endure, "You’re not insulting me but insulting yourself, insulting Father, insulting our Fujiwara name. At the same time, you’re insulting the Imperial Family!"

Actually, at times, Lady Fujiwara could somewhat understand her son.

At this moment.

She’d love to slap.

Who on earth is insulting everyone?

But you can’t choose blood relations.

And the faction isn’t either.

At least not for her.

"Everyone has a breaking point. Aren’t you really scared of Fujiwara Takuya being fish dead and net torn with you?"

Suddenly, Fujiwara Reiki calmed down strangely.

"So it really is him."

"The ones who know you best are your family, and your enemies."

Fujiwara Reiki not only calmed down but smiled charmingly.

"So Mother chose to stand with him this time, didn’t you?"

Is Director Shi split-minded?

In front of her, it’s like showing a witchcraft master the smallest trick.

For the time being, other questions, Lady Fujiwara didn’t want to ask tonight, exhausted mentally, too tired.

But there remains one question she must clarify.

Out of mother’s responsibility.

Out of duty as the matron of the Fujiwara Family.

At the same time.

Because of a woman’s curiosity.

"Who is that man, truly."

"Does it really matter?"

Fujiwara Reiki finally stopped pretending, gently stroking her abdomen, "Anyway, it’s not Wataru Tetsuya that dwarf’s. Oh, not my words, this adjective, should be Fujiwara Takuya’s evaluation of him, isn’t it right? Alas, that ugly dwarf, if he could have just dutifully been a prince, no one would have bothered him, but he had to indulge in foolish fantasies. Most misfortunes in this world come from—greed."

"Mother, he doesn’t deserve sympathy. Wanting what’s not yours, you must prove your strength. In the end, he died, imagining wildly, what does this signify?"

"Only that he’s unworthy."

Fujiwara Takuya wasn’t simple defamation.

Gosh!

Isn’t this madness?

"Did you also kill Wataru Tetsuya?"

Fujiwara Reiki chuckled, one hand over her belly, the other raised, index finger to her lips.

"Shh."

Lady Fujiwara gazed blankly.

"What... are you really trying to do?"

"Mother, why are you worried?"

Fujiwara Reiki stepped forward, with a smile, slowly advancing toward Lady Fujiwara.

"Everything I do is for us."

As she spoke, one hand still on her abdomen, the other hooked onto Lady Fujiwara’s arm.

"For our glorious future."