Oops! My Secret Baby Is Caught By His Top-Lawyer Daddy! Novel

---- Chapter 112: Karma Gets Him After handing over the prescriptions, Clara excused herself to the restroom. She walked through the opulent hall; the guest bathroom sat at the far end of the corridor, tucked into a quiet corner near the garden. While washing her hands, her eyes wandered out the window to the grand European-style garden. Lights shimmered so brightly it could have passed for daytime. Amid the lush greenery, flowers bloomed in riotous colors, winding paths curved mysteriously, and the route led straight to a music fountain.

At the far end of the fountain, another mansion rose, a perfect blend of classic elegance and modern style. The Devereaux family's old-money pedigree and wealth were impossible to miss. Clara couldn't help but wonder what kind of corrupt hearts could exist beneath such splendor, hearts that left Aaron wandering hungry and freezing as a child. How could human indifference reach such extremes? She had briefly considered visiting Aaron's room, but the thought lost all appeal. ---- As she dried her hands and prepared to leave, voices from outside the window reached her ears.

'A young woman's voice said, "Tonight is so lively! I'm so jealous of these rich people! Look at the necklace Deborah's wearing-worth over thirty million!" The older, slightly hoarse voice replied, "You're new here. Stay a while. See enough of their luxuries, and nothing shocks you anymore." The younger woman snickered, "Deborah's sister is ridiculous, staying at someone else's house during the holidays." "She was kicked out by her husband," the older voice explained. "Oh? Really?" "Yeah. He found out the kid isn't his." The young woman gasped, "No way! That's scandalous! But Linda...

you can tell she's trouble. At her age, dressing so flashy." "Exactly! I even saw her flirting with Richard last time," said the older woman. "Oh my... How could Deborah just take anyone in?" the younger voice added. "You think being a 'madam' makes her good? Forget it. ---- Let's drop it-rich families hate gossipmongers the most..." Their voices drifted away as they walked off. Linda had an affair? Clara's lips curled in a cold smile. Karma gets Owen. Owen had always wanted a son to carry on the family line. Clara wondered: now that Owen was almost fifty, could he even father a child?

Returning to the living room, Clara saw Maverick waving her over. He handed her two folders and said warmly, "These are for you and Leo. From now on, we're family-come by often." Clara tried to refuse politely. "You're far too generous. I haven't brought anything either-I can't just take yours." It wasn't false modesty. Clara truly preferred maintaining a polite distance. "I received your gifts a few days ago-very thoughtful. And you gave birth to my grandson-that's the greatest contribution!" Maverick pressed the folders into her hands.

Clara glanced at Aaron, who said calmly, "Grandpa gave them to you. Just take them." ---- Clara could no longer refuse and accepted the folders. Deborah across the table forced a smile. Normally, the old man gave modest gifts to her daughters-in-law, but this gift was clearly valuable-a special present for Clara. Deborah handed Clara a small jewelry box. "Just a little something from us. Welcome to the family." Clara couldn't accept one gift and refuse the other. She looked at Aaron. His face was noticeably colder. He clearly disliked Deborah. Deborah's hand hovered awkwardly midair.

The room went quiet; even other conversations faded. Richard's face darkened. Maverick broke the tension. "Go ahead. It's family tradition." Clara took the gift with a faint smile. "Thank you." Deborah finally relaxed. "Since you're here, stay the night. The rooms are ready." Deborah wanted to win Clara over. Who knew what the future held? If Maverick handed the family reins to Aaron, she had to consider her son's future. Too bad Linsey hadn't succeeded in swaying Aaron! Clara politely declined. "No, Leo's still at the hotel. He'll ---- look for us tonight." Aaron stood, following her cue.

"It's getting late. Let's go. Richard barked, "You've just arrived! Leaving already? Don't you consider this home?" Deborah tugged his sleeve, clearly trying to calm him-but it only made it look like provocation. Richard recovered and continued, "One thing: Tristan isn't your good friend? We wanted him for a project. He promised, but we never got to meet him. Tell him we want the second-phase hotel renovations handled by our company." Aaron's lips curled in a faint, sharp smile. "Since when did you start a renovation company?" Richard looked self-righteous.

"I registered a media company with your uncle. His guys can do everything." He meant Deborah's brother. Aaron's tone turned icier. "Even if Tristan were my brother, why should a five-star hotel renovation go to an unqualified company? If something goes wrong, who's responsible? You? Or is Grandpa cleaning up your mess?" "Unqualified? Their skills are excellent... they've handled many projects..." Richard stammered, his face ---- red. Maverick thundered, "Enough! It's the holidays. Why discuss work now?" Thinking of Deborah's brother made Maverick furious.

Last time, his media company nearly caused a scandal signing an influencer. Now they stirred trouble again. Aaron ignored them, holding Clara's hand. "Grandpa, we're leaving. Take care of yourself." He thought: Take care-just handle your family chaos. Don't bother me. Maverick waved without another word. Deborah wanted to speak but didn't dare. She escorted them to the door. "Come back often," she said to Clara. Clara smiled faintly, nodded, and got into the car. Outside the estate, Clara sighed. "We didn't even tour properly. After all, this is where you grew up.

We might not come back." "It's nothing special. Not a happy memory," Aaron said casually. Clara asked, "Can you drive? Did you drink earlier?" Aaron shook his head. "No. I never drink with them." He remembered when he was seventeen, winning a math award. Grandpa gave him money to try investing ---- in the stock market. That night, Deborah sent him a medicated drink and had a provocative servant try to tempt him, hoping to humiliate him in front of Maverick. If not for his iron will, forcing himself to the hospital, who knew what might have happened?

Without Maverick's support, college might have been impossible. Remembering all that, Aaron's expression darkened instantly.