Married the Sick Uncle – Just Waiting to Inherit His Fortune

When Anne Sutton heard this, her mind cleared instantly. ”Dad!” she cried.

Seeing she was awake, Sean Sutton quickly hung up the phone. He looked at Anne Sutton and asked, ”Why are you awake?”

Anne Sutton sat up, but she had no strength at all. She thought back to the dinner she’d had with her father that evening. She never imagined that he would actually...

Anne Sutton cried, ”Why? Why would you do this? I’m your daughter!”

’Everything would have been fine once the baby was born.’

She had only returned home because she felt unsafe with the Fawcett family, but she never expected her own father to have been bought off by Charles Prescott long ago.

Sean Sutton sighed. ”Anne, listen to me. Let’s just abort the child. Charles Prescott said that if you do, he’ll take responsibility for you.”

”Take me back!” Anne Sutton pleaded. ”Dad, you’re my own father. I always believed I could trust you, no matter what. That’s why I came back to you. So why are you siding with Charles Prescott? Why? Whatever it is you want, whatever the Prescott family can give you, can’t my child provide that once they’re born? When Chairman Fawcett passed away, you promised. You said you would make sure I gave birth to the Fawcett heir, didn’t you? This is the family’s only child. How can you make me abort the baby now? How can you face Chairman Fawcett after he took such good care of you?”

Sean Sutton said, ”He’s gone now! Your Uncle Prescott and Charles Prescott are the ones who call the shots at the Fawcett Family now. Anne, I’m doing this for your own good! What’s so wrong with marrying Charles Prescott? You’ll never find a man as good as him again! If you have this baby, do you think he’ll still want you?”

”As if he’d want me even if I didn’t have the baby,” Anne Sutton retorted. ”Dad... how can you be so naive? Why can’t you put your own daughter’s feelings first? If you really force me to do this, I will never acknowledge you as my father again.”

Sean Sutton wouldn’t look at her, his gaze fixed straight ahead. ”Someday, you’ll understand that everything I’m doing is for your own good, for our family! What’s the point of opposing Charles Prescott now? Chairman Fawcett is gone. Stop dreaming! The Fawcett fortune is never going to be ours!”

Seeing it was useless to argue, Anne Sutton said, ”Call Charles Prescott. I have something to say to him.”

She didn’t have her phone with her...

’They must have planned this all along, to take her child today.’

Sean Sutton glanced at her. ”He’s busy! It’s no use calling him.”

”Are you going to call him or not?”

Sean Sutton had no choice but to dial Charles Prescott’s number. ”Anne has something to say to you.”

Then he handed the phone to Anne Sutton.

Anne Sutton didn’t know what her father had done to her, but she found that even holding the phone was a struggle.

She managed to speak. ”Charles Prescott.”

Charles Prescott’s voice was as smooth as ever, but through the phone, a hint of cold detachment was audible. ”Anne, just be good. Once this is all over, we can finally be together!”

Anne Sutton had no interest in listening to his lies. At this point, she couldn’t care about anything else. ”I know what you want is the Fawcett inheritance. Don’t get rid of my baby. From now on, I don’t want any part of the Fawcett fortune! I’ll give it all to you. Just let me keep my child.”

She knew that at this point, the only thing she could do was compromise.

She could give up the entire Fawcett fortune, but she had to keep this child. It was Nathan Fawcett’s child, but it was her child, too!

She had carried this baby for so long. As a mother, she couldn’t bear the thought of a life being snuffed out before it even had a chance to enter the world.

Charles Prescott asked, ”If you don’t want the Fawcett inheritance, then why keep the child?”

Anne Sutton said, ”I just want this child. Is that not allowed? I’m serious, I’m not joking. I’ll never go to the Fawcett family again. Charles Prescott, I’m begging you!”

Charles Prescott hadn’t expected her to say this. When she first decided to carry the child, she had insisted over and over that it was only to get the inheritance. Yet now, here she was, begging him...

Anne Sutton continued, ”Nathan Fawcett is gone. This is the only child he has. It’s his only hope. I’m begging you.”

”No!” If Charles Prescott had felt a shred of sympathy when she first started speaking, it was gone now. Hearing that she wanted to keep the child purely for Nathan Fawcett’s sake, his anger flared, and he found the fact utterly unacceptable.

Charles Prescott told Anne Sutton, ”I can’t possibly let you keep this child. And you don’t need it!”

’Why should she be so willing to have Nathan Fawcett’s child after knowing him for only a few days?’

’If she had said it was for the Fawcett fortune, he could have understood. He’d have known she was just trying to spite him.’

’But to do it for Nathan Fawcett... that he could never tolerate!’

’For all these years, he had doted on her. He hadn’t even broken off their engagement when his own father forced him to. And what does she do? Her heart and mind are completely consumed by a dead man!’

With that, Charles Prescott hung up.

Without his approval, no amount of pleading from Anne Sutton could stop Sean Sutton from taking her to the hospital.

Everything was already prepared at the hospital.

The moment Anne Sutton arrived, they began the procedure...

She lay on the operating table, watching the anesthesia slowly drip into her body. As her consciousness gradually faded, tears of despair streamed from the corners of her eyes.

She thought of Nathan Fawcett. She had promised him before he left that she would protect their child.

She had even imagined what it would be like when their child grew up, but she never imagined...

’In the end, she had failed!’

...

Sean Sutton waited outside the operating room. The procedure had been arranged by Charles Prescott, who, not wanting to draw attention, had scheduled it for the middle of the night.

Just as the surgery was about to begin, the door was pushed open, and someone walked in.

Seeing the newcomer, Sean Sutton jumped in shock. ”You... How can it be you?”

Nathan Fawcett, dressed in a black suit, shot a glance at Sean Sutton before pushing open the operating room door and storming inside.

The doctor was just preparing to operate on Anne Sutton when he saw Nathan Fawcett walk in and jumped. ”You’re...”

Nathan Fawcett’s eyes swept over the woman on the bed before landing on Sean Sutton, who had followed him in. ”You arranged this?” he demanded. ”You want to get rid of my child?”

It had been almost half a year since they had last seen him, and Nathan Fawcett looked different. He seemed healthier than the sickly man he had been before.

But the sudden appearance of a man who was supposed to be dead still scared Sean Sutton so much that his legs went weak.

He had assumed that with Chairman Fawcett and Nathan Fawcett both gone, Miles Prescott and Charles Prescott now called all the shots. Naturally, he saw no reason to offend both the Prescott father and son.