Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 899

Atticus, unlike his wife, felt a lot more sympathetic to the poor woman and thought that Summer had been acting a little too callously to her.

“Um, Tanya? I think it’d be best to go home for the time being and think long and hard about this. You must excuse my wife; she has a habit of not mincing her words, you see,” he said kindly. “Be that as it may, she meant exactly what she spoke, and my sentiments are aligned with hers. If Jackson doesn’t want this child, it is most unfortunate but beneficial to abort it, don’t you think? You don’t have to worry about your compensation, as we will not leave you wanting. For now, you should head back. The weather’s quite arid these days, so I’ll have my driver send you home, alright?”

Tanya nodded and murmured, “T-thank you…”

Amidst all of the antipathy and contempt she had suffered, Atticus’s minute display of sympathy quickly became Tanya’s only comfort over these days.

From the French window in her bedroom, Summer watched a car belonging to their family take Tanya in before heading out and disappearing into the distance.

She turned to Atticus and grouched under her breath, “What the hell was that for? You really wanted to be the good guy so much, huh? Let me tell you, I saw right through that girl’s act. Don’t buy into that goodie-two-shoes façade she put on, old man. She’s the one who kept doing a little bit of this and a little bit of that to try to sabotage my relationship with Tiffie! And now look at her, appearing with Jackson’s baby so soon! Lord Almighty knows that this young lady is as terrible as she is crooked to the core! I swear to God, she must be the reason why Jackson and Tiffie broke apart! I just know it! I wish I could slap that insolent face right there and then! And she had the gall to demand I accept that child as my grandchild—over my dead body! Go and call your son right now and tell him to get the hell back here this damn instance!”

Atticus saw the flames in his wife’s mien and was choked to silence. Quickly, he dialed Jackson’s number just as he was told.

The father and son hadn’t warmed up to each other that much, so Atticus rarely called Jackson. Still, this would be the first time the father had ever called the son, and to the latter’s credit, he did not hang up.

His tone was, however, very steely. “Yes, what is it?”

“Please come home right away,” Atticus whispered. “Your mom’s about to tear a man into pieces — I mean, something terrible happened. You ought to come home… now!”