Chapter 6 The Matriarch Appears
Julian smiled politely and shook the Korean representative’s hand.
“I’ll be here to welcome your chairman personally.”
The moment the man left, Julian’s expression darkened like a switch had flipped.
Pregnant?
That woman had the audacity to carry his child behind his back?
No one took what belonged to Julian Watson without consequence.
He strode out of the meeting room, his long legs cutting through the air with purpose.
The temperature around him seemed to drop several degrees.
His assistants exchanged uneasy glances.
Just minutes ago he’d been charming, gracious, the perfect gentleman.
Now, the chill rolling off him made their skin crawl.
They scrambled after him, afraid to ask what had triggered the sudden storm.
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Driving fast down the highway, Julian dialed Austin.
“Talk. What the hell happened?”
Austin’s voice came out a little too excited. “Sir, the doctor confirmed it—six weeks pregnant, and both the woman and the baby are perfectly healthy!”
Julian’s eyes narrowed.
Six weeks.
The timing matched that night.
So the child was his.
His grip on the steering wheel tightened.
No wonder she’d refused the check.
So that was her plan—use his child to climb up.
If she gave birth to the Watson heir, one million would be pocket change.
Smart, greedy little liar.
He’d actually believed she was innocent.
Fury shot through him. He slammed the gas pedal, the engine roaring as he sped toward the hospital.
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When he arrived, he found a line of staff waiting at the entrance—nurses, administrators, even the hospital director.
Julian frowned. He hadn’t informed anyone of his visit.
The director’s face lit up when he saw him. “Mr. Watson! What an honor—do you have new instructions for us today?”
Julian’s gaze swept over the crowd, his tone sharp. “Why is everyone standing here? Who are you expecting?”
The director straightened immediately. “The chairman is here, sir. She’s upstairs now.”
Julian froze.
Grandmother?
That couldn’t be right.
She always did her checkups at home; she rarely left the estate.
A sinking feeling gripped his stomach.
No. It couldn’t be what he thought.
Without another word, he stormed toward the elevators. “Where is she?”
“The chairman is visiting a patient in the top VIP suite,” the director stammered.
The elevator walls gleamed with the Watson family crest.
Julian’s pulse pounded as he ascended.
The top floor was reserved for direct bloodline only—no one else had access.
By the time he reached the corridor, he could already hear her voice—warm, delighted, unmistakably commanding.
“Good, good! As long as this child grows up healthy, the Watson family will make sure you’re well taken care of.”
Julian turned the corner—just in time to see his grandmother chatting amiably with the hospital’s chief obstetrician, the woman who handled every Watson heir’s prenatal care.
When Julian appeared, the staff instantly stood and bowed.
“Congratulations, Madam Watson! Congratulations, Mr. Watson. The young madam’s condition is stable, and the baby’s development looks excellent.”
Julian’s face turned to stone.
“Grandmother.”
His voice was low, clipped, vibrating with restrained fury.
“Everyone out,” he said coldly. “I need a word with the chairman. Alone.”
