Baby's Inner Voice Turned Mom Brave

"I was worried you'd feel unwell, so I took it upon myself to stay the night," Natalia said.

Frank had originally been a little displeased. After all, even though he fooled around, he had never brought anyone home to stay the night.

After hearing Natalia's explanation, the target of his displeasure shifted to me.

Natalia stood behind him and massaged his temples while urging, "Mr. Jackson, I got up early to cook this oatmeal just for you. Have some. It'll warm your stomach."

Frank's dissatisfaction mounted as he shot another look at me. In the past, I was always the one who did the things that Natalia did now.

My baby let out a timely snort. "Tsk! If she'd really wanted to take care of him, why didn't she make the hangover remedy last night herself?"

I realized my baby was right, so I spoke coolly at once, "If you were so worried about him feeling unwell, why didn't you make a hangover remedy for him last night?"

Natalia froze for a moment before shooting me a resentful glare. She turned around and tried to explain herself to Frank with a pitiful expression.

Frank set down his spoon impatiently. "That's enough, Zoey. As my wife, you didn't make it either. What right do you have to blame someone else for not doing it?"

Before I could respond, an angry voice suddenly came from the doorway, "You brat! How dare you order Zoey around?"

I was just about to turn around, but my mother-in-law, Georgia White, had already hurried over. She pulled me up from my seat and looked me over from head to toe. Seeing that I was fine, she let out a sigh of relief.

Frank told the maid to bring another set of utensils, but Natalia rushed to do it herself.

"Mom, why are you here?" he asked.

Georgia shot Frank a glare. Then, she helped me sit down with utmost care.

She scolded, "You've got some nerve, Frank! If I hadn't come over, would you really have made Zoey serve you like a maid? Let me tell you. The child Zoey is carrying is the Jackson family's precious grandchild.

"From now on, you must not upset her, and you have to take good care of her every day!"

Frank froze on the spot. I was just as shocked.

How did Georgia know I was pregnant?

Before I could voice my confusion, Natalia, who was not far away, accidentally dropped a bowl. She looked at Frank with reddened eyes.

Georgia gave her a cold glance.

Before taking me upstairs to rest, she shot Frank another glare and barked, "And you! You'd better get rid of any other of those women you're seeing outside!"

As I watched Georgia fuss over me with concern, I still couldn't quite process what was going on.

Frank had no feelings for me, and Georgia had never been particularly close to me either. But now, it seemed that because I was pregnant, she was taking my side.

After checking on me, Georgia sighed. "Zoey, you're too soft in nature. You endure grievances without saying a word, and Frank is always busy with the company. Why don't you move to Jackson Manor and live with us? It'll be easier for me to take care of you."

Encouraged by the little one in my belly over the past two days, I no longer simply accepted everything.

I instinctively spoke up, "That isn't necessary, Mom. I'm fine staying here. I won't just suffer in silence either."

Georgia was stunned for two seconds.

Then, she took my hand and said, "Alright, we'll do as you say. But if you're ever wronged, just tell me. I'll stand up for you."

After Georgia was done showing her concern, she left in a hurry.

Not long after, Frank came in. It seemed Georgia had just given him another earful.

His expression was complicated and unreadable as he said, "Mom told me you went to the hospital for a prenatal checkup yesterday. When did you get pregnant?"

Remembering what the baby had said about Frank driving us out, I put a hand over my belly and glared at him.

In a firm voice, I said, "I'm keeping this child no matter what. If you don't want it, then we'll get a divorce right away. I'll take the child with me and leave."

The baby's satisfied voice sounded in my belly, "That's right, Mommy! Hurry up and divorce my scumbag dad. But don't forget to ask for more in the settlement!"

A flash of astonishment crossed Frank's face, followed by a frown as he stared at me in confusion.

I refused to back down. I widened my eyes and glared right back.

After a long moment, he simply said, "Get some rest. Don't overthink it."

Then, he left for work.