Chapter 6 That's two million...enough for you to go away

Christopher immediately picked up the towel that had fallen when Rachel accidentally caught it with her hands. He hastily covered his naked body once again with the towel.

In his annoyance with the woman, Christopher pulled her out of his room, dragging her down the stairs. Rachel pleaded with him to stop her drag.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I will never accept you? I don't accept the child in your womb! I don't want you to be the mother of my child! If anyone, it should be Kristy, not you! Only Kristy and no one else! Go back to where you came from! If you need support, I'll provide it, but I don't want to be the father of your child! That will never happen!"

"I'm hurting! Please, stop!" Rachel begged as he firmly gripped her elbow, almost bruising her wrist with his tight hold.

He ignored her pleas, continuing to drag her down the stairs, while the maids in the mansion watched, murmuring among themselves.

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"Lady! Lady!" Caroline heard Lydia calling from outside the room. Lydia was their longtime assistant in the mansion. Lady Caroline was Christopher's mother.

Caroline quickly opened the door. "Nanny Lydia, what's going on? Why are you panting so much?" she asked.

It seemed that the old woman had been chased.

"It's Christopher, lady. He's dragging Miss Rachel out," the old lady gasped.

"What? Christopher is here? Why is he here? Is he coming home?" Caroline wondered.

"I don't know either, madam. I didn't even hear him come home. I didn't see him enter," Lydia replied, still catching her breath.

Caroline had been about to go to sleep, but Lydia's words compelled her to leave the room and go downstairs to intervene.

Caroline found Christopher gripping Rachel's arm tightly, evident pain etched on Rachel's face.

"Christopher!" Caroline's voice echoed.

Christopher immediately looked in his mother's direction, loosening his grip on Rachel's arm. However, Rachel's arm remained extended as he continued to hold her firmly.

"What are you doing with Rachel?"

Christopher pulled Rachel again. "So, this girl's name is Rachel. Why is she in my room?" Christopher asked his mother, visibly irritated.

"I was the one who let her into your room. Can you at least get dressed before you drag Rachel out?" his mother commented, noticing his attire. Christopher was merely wrapped in a towel, his hair still wet.

Christopher disregarded his appearance.

"How can I get dressed if this girl is in my room? She is the reason why Kristy and I are no longer together! She is the reason why my marriage won't proceed, and now I find her in my room. Are you out of your mind, Mom?" Christopher exclaimed in shock.

Rachel remained restrained by Christopher, struggling to break free as he held her tightly.

"Why are you here? Don't you have your own house? I guess it's a miracle that you got lost and ended up here."

"Because I want to talk to you and Dad."

"About what?"

"About this damn woman!"

"What about her? I'm not forcing you to take responsibility for the child. I brought Rachel here because I wanted to. If you don't want to support Rachel, then fine. I'll do it for you. I am also a woman, Christopher, and I know how Rachel feels when the man who got her pregnant rejects her. Before you did that, you should have thought about the consequences for everyone involved."

Christopher was suddenly speechless.

Rachel's POV:

I felt so nervous earlier when Christopher was pulling me out. My arms were hurting.

Now I'm in the room, gathering my things. I'll move to another room. This one belongs to Christopher, that's why it's so spacious.

I don't know what the mother and son talked about. Nanny Lydia has accompanied me back here to collect my belongings. Christopher was very angry.

Am I sure I want to stay here longer? It seems like Christopher is even worse than I thought. Maybe he'll suddenly drag me somewhere and abandon me, so I won't be able to come back. Or maybe he'll cover me and throw me into a ditch.

I was shaken by my thoughts. Perhaps he won't do that, even though his behavior is demonic.

I was in the midst of organizing my things in the new room. It's slightly smaller than Christopher's room, but it's fine. It's still larger than the shanty houses.

There was a knock on the door as I tried to lie down. It's nine o'clock at night, so I'm very sleepy. Lady Caroline sent me food. She's very kind, even though Christopher is angry with her. She continues to help me.

I got up and answered the door, thinking it might be Nanny Lydia.

When I opened it, my eyes widened upon seeing Christopher's father-serious and frowning. Christopher definitely inherited his behavior from his father. If Christopher is scary, this man is even scarier.

I paid my respects to him.

What is he doing here? Has he come back home?

"Y-you're here. What do you need?" I stammered.

"One million," he interrupted my question.

"What? What's with the one million... What are you telling me?" He cut me off again.

"Let's not waste any more time. I know you're only after money. One million in exchange for you staying away from my family, especially my son. You're not the right woman for him. I want Kristy for Christopher. If one million isn't enough, I'll make it two million," he made an offer.

At first, I was stunned by the amount, but I quickly held my tongue.

"If you don't accept it, I'll assume you've rejected my offer. You'll only make it more obvious that you're after money. You won't gain anything by staying here at the mansion. My son won't accept you either because, you know, no one can compare to his love for his fiancée. Christopher only loves Kristy. Only Kristy can make him happy," Christopher's father said, making me contemplate accepting the offer. It's probably better to leave and accept his proposal.

One million is a significant help to me.

"I'll leave, but I won't accept your two million offer," I stated.

He suddenly laughed. "Now you're pretending you don't want money," he said, chuckling.

"One million is sufficient for me, Sir. I won't accept your two million offer. I can't afford to pay that," I replied.

He laughed even harder. "This isn't a loan that you need to repay. This is an offer. Two million will help you. I know you can't afford to pay it back, even if I give you one million more," he laughed at me.

I turned around and gathered my things, placing them back in my bag. Maybe I'll go to a hotel now after I leave.

Come what may.

When I finished, I faced him again and opened my palms. "Where's the one million you were talking about?"

In his eyes, I looked like money. He handed me a check.

"That's two million. It's enough for you to go away."

I stared at the check in my hand for a long time when someone suddenly spoke.

"Alfred? What are you doing? Paying Rachel?" I quickly hid the check when I heard Lady Caroline's voice. Christopher was with her; they must have finished their conversation.

"Yes, I paid this woman to stay away from our son. She accepted my offer," Sir Alfred replied.

"What? You're sending Rachel away? You know Rachel is pregnant. She's carrying our grandson, and now you're sending her away! If Rachel leaves, I'll go with her. I won't let Rachel leave alone," Lady Caroline insisted. She was my only ally.

"Mom!"

"Hon!"

Sir Alfred and Christopher exclaimed simultaneously.

"Come on, Rachel. I'll take care of you." Lady Caroline grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room.

Sir Alfred and Christopher followed, calling out to us.

"Mom!"

"Hon! Are you really leaving us because of that girl? Are you leaving me?" Sir Alfred asked in disbelief.

"You know, I really want grandchildren, and if you can't accept Rachel, we're both out of here," Lady Caroline threatened, looking at me with a wink.

The lady seemed to be planning something, and Sir Alfred appeared to have indulged her.

"I'll take care of you, daughter. Just go with the flow. I know my husband won't let me leave. He loves me more than anything," she whispered to me, filled with complacency. I remained silent, feeling like I was just watching a movie unfold.

Lady Caroline finally pulled me out of the room.

"Hon! What is this crap? Do you really believe that?" Sir Alfred's voice clearly betrayed his fear of his wife leaving.

"Accept Rachel completely, and I will come back to you," Lady Caroline replied once more.

"Okay, fine! If that's what you want! I'll accept Rachel into this family, just don't leave," Sir Alfred begged.

"Did you hear that, Rachel? I told you I am my husband's weakness," Lady Caroline winked at me. I couldn't help but burst into laughter. If there were a Best Actress award right now, I would give it to Lady Caroline.

"I can't hear you! Say it again," Lady Caroline teased her husband.

"Damn it! You really are my only weakness," Sir Alfred whispered. "Okay, I will accept Rachel freely into this family. Just don't leave," he added.

The lady suddenly smiled. "And what about you, son?"

"What about me, Mom?"

"Will you accept Rachel? Your marriage will still proceed, but not with Kristy, rather with Rachel." My eyes widened at what the lady said.

"What?" Christopher could hardly believe the condition Lady Caroline was demanding.

"Christopher, just follow what your mom said. You know how determined she can be. When she says she'll leave, she means it, and we'll have a hard time finding her again," Sir Alfred insisted to his son.

"They can't refuse me, Rachel. I am the weakness of my husband and son. They know I do what I say, and when I decide to disappear, they won't find me even if they hire different private investigators or agents. As long as I hide, they'll never find me," the lady spoke with unwavering confidence.

I was also impressed.

"I'll think about it," Christopher finally responded.

"Very well then. The conversation is over. Rachel, you can go back to your room," Lady Caroline dismissed me. I didn't do anything but return to my room.

Lady Caroline was incredibly brave. She managed to upset everyone, even Christopher, who had a demonic attitude, was rendered speechless. I didn't know if I should stay where I was standing or if I should follow what the lady had said.