I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Other affluent families often favor grandsons, but Stella yearned for a granddaughter. Upon learning of Meredith’s pregnancy, she dreamt of dressing a beautiful little granddaughter in pretty dresses like a little princess.

Julian was well aware of his wife’s deepest desires. “So, if Meredith actually has a granddaughter, will you stop meddling then? No more forcing them to divorce? You said it yourself-stick to your words,” he challenged.

Stella scoffed, “Only if she actually gives me a granddaughter. If she can’t, I still won’t accept her. Just thinking about Meredith, a girl with no background, as my daughter-in-law makes me uncomfortable. She’s only after our son’s money.”

Julian laughed, “Oh come on, are you worried Meredith could single-handedly bankrupt the Sterling family? Our son can make money. You’ve been squandering for years and haven’t bankrupted us yet. How much could one Meredith possibly spend?”

“What did you say??” Stella bristled, glaring at Julian.

Julian replied, “It’s me, I’m the one who’s burning our money. I’ve been blessed my whole life-relied on my parents when I was young, and on my son now that I’m old. When my grandchildren grow up, they can support me.”

The whole Sterling family, across generations, was transparently arranged by Julian, who neither worked nor earned. Now his son provided for him, and later his grandchildren would.

Stella retorted disdainfully, “You’re really shameless enough. You have already planned to depend on your granddaughter this early?”

Julian burst into laughter, “That’s what a fortunate life would be like. Go on, out with you; I need to shower. If you want to know about Meredith’s check-up, call her yourself.”

” I’m not asking her. Meredith doesn’t even call me ‘mom’ yet, and says her consultation fees are per session, and ten thousand dollars each time.” Stella declared haughtily.

“Did Meredith really say that?” Julian was amused, “Ha, looks like we’ve finally found someone who can handle you. Our son chose his wife well.”

Stella hit Julian on the shoulder, “Nonsense.”

“Ten thousand dollars compared to your granddaughter, is that even expensive?” Julian reasoned. “You can’t even spare that small amount and you still want to frown about it? Both mom and I have paid-it got Meredith to call me ‘dad’ anyway. You know, if you want to hold your granddaughter, you’d better lower your head early or else if Meredith raises her price, you’ll be the one hurting.”

“Lower my head? To that Meredith? No way.” Stella was insistent on keeping her pride.

The next day.

Stella had just gotten out of bed when she heard Terrence Sterling’s voice from downstairs. Thinking she’d misheard, she nudged Julian, “Listen, is that Terry back?”

Julian, groggy from sleep, mumbled, “It’s early; are you sure you’re awake? Our son should be at his company now.”

Sensing something was off, Stella still wrapped herself in a robe and went downstairs, just in time to see Terrence walking towards the backyard.

“Son.” Stella called out, and followed him to the backyard.

At the pond, Leyton was fishing with a stick, string attached but no hook. He stood there, fishing by the water’s edge, looking blissfully ignorant.

Terrence watched him from afar, Stella catching up exclaimed, “Son, why are you here watching this fool early in the morning? Haven’t had breakfast? Why are you alone? Didn’t your wife come with?”

Though she wouldn’t admit Meredith officially, she had subconsciously acknowledged her as her son’s wife-a testament to Stella’s inner conflict.

“I left while Meredith was still asleep,” Terrence explained, then picked up a stone and threw it near Leyton. The splash alarmed Leyton, who cried, “It’s raining, it’s raining.”

Dropping the rod, Leyton clutched his head in a foolishly cute pose.

Stella, watching the scene, scorn filled her eyes, “Looking at that fool, I don’t understand what your father was thinking bringing him back home.”

Terrence approached Leyton, looming over him as the latter crouched, shivering. Posing as a fool-Terrence was curious about who might be instructing Leyton from behind the scenes, given Leyton’s limited wits even before any brain injuries.

As Terrence kept his stare, Leyton’s anxiety spiked. Terrence was not Julian-harder to deceive.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Leyton sneaked a glance at Terrence and asked in his simpleminded way, “Who are you?”

“I’ve come to bring you good things,” Terrence responded, spotting a gardener weeding nearby. He called out, “Edmund, bring me some worms.”