The call connected, and Madam Jacobson's warm, caring voice urged Vivian Donovan to reach out immediately if she needed anything. Vivian readily agreed before ending the call.
"Stop the car," she shouted the moment she hung up.
Bernard Jacobson turned his cold gaze to her, gripping her chin and tilting her face toward his. "What? Think because Grandma's on your side, you can do as you please?"
"No," Vivian replied, slapping his hand away. "Bernard, you're handsome and wealthy, but not everyone is desperate enough to marry you for money. You really don't need to think so highly of yourself."
"This whole situation was purely accidental. I know you don't want me to get pregnant—and honestly, I don't want to carry your child either."
"In two months, when I go for my hospital checkup, you
