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

---- Aaron said casually, "I'll go instead." "Sure, fine by me." Tristan was secretly relieved. He hadn't been in the mood to work anyway. "Is Clara going too?" Tristan knew that Aaron's donation had been because Silverton was Clara's alma mater. Aaron leaned back and said, "Yeah. Why don't you ask Olivia to come along? Didn't she say last time that the food street near campus had amazing snacks?" Tristan's eyes lit up, but then he remembered how Olivia had rejected him just a few hours earlier. If he asked her himself, she definitely wouldn't go.

So he said, "You tell her." Aaron gave him a look. "I don't mix business with personal favors. Ask Clara to help you." And with that, Tristan eagerly followed Aaron into the car. Meanwhile, Clara had found her class's gathering area-and to her surprise, most of her classmates had shown up. The moment she appeared, everyone's faces brightened. "Well, look who it is! Our class beauty's finally here!" ---- "Clara! You finally showed up! It's been forever!" Their class monitor, Fletcher, grinned. "A campus beauty is always a campus beauty.

Four years after graduation, and you still look exactly the same. Still gorgeous as ever." Her old roommate Lisa grabbed her arm affectionately. "We thought you'd gone missing! You never come to the reunions, and you never talk in the group chat." Clara smiled warmly. "I've been working in Greystone. It's a bit far, so I couldn't make it to the reunions. But I really miss college life-I think about you all the time." Since she had gone to the cemetery earlier, Clara had dressed simply that day-a plain white dress, no makeup.

Yet even in her simplicity, she stood out as the most striking person there. Before long, everyone was chatting about their jobs and lives. Most of them worked in hospitals, so they had plenty in common, and the conversation soon turned lively. But there was always that one person who liked to ruin the mood. "Well, well. Who's getting all the attention here? Isn't it our class beauty who got pregnant before getting married?" sneered Mackenzie. ---- The atmosphere instantly grew awkward. That was exactly why Clara had avoided coming to reunions for years.

Silverton wasn't a big city, but it wasn't small either. Anyone who cared enough to dig could find out her story. She didn't want to be the subject of gossip, and she especially didn't want people looking at her child with judgmental eyes. Apart from Sierra, she hadn't stayed in touch with any old classmates. Everyone's eyes turned toward Mackenzie. Mackenzie looked nothing like she had back in college. Gone was the plain, timid girl-now she was dazzling and confident.

She wore a striking new-season Chanel dress with thin straps, draped a soft silk shawl over her shoulders, and walked in crystal-studded heels that clicked lightly against the ground. Stopping in front of Clara, she smirked. "Didn't bring your kid, Clara? He must be, what, four or five now?" Clara's smile didn't falter. "Yes, five. I'll introduce you sometime." Silverton Medical University had always offered ---- scholarships for students from poor rural areas, and Mackenzie had been one of the recipients. Her deep-rooted insecurity had always made her resent classmates from the city.

And Clara, with her beauty, grace, and talent-even in academics-was the one she'd resented most of all. Mackenzie brushed her hair back and said mockingly, "Guess the times really have changed. Now even having a child out of wedlock is something to flaunt. Back in my village, you'd be tossed into a river for that." Lisa, who'd been watching silently, couldn't stand it anymore. "Wow, your village still that old-fashioned? Dressed like that, showing off half your chest-wouldn't they drown you in spit first?" "You-!" Mackenzie snapped, pointing a trembling finger at her.

"You city people always look down on us country folk!" Lisa laughed. "Let's fix that sentence. I'm not looking down on country people. I'm looking down on you. I'm from the countryside too, and I've never met anyone as nasty and bitter as you. You think putting on a fancy dress hides how sour you are?" Their classmates couldn't help it-they burst out laughing, trying to hold it in but failing.