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EARLIER THAT MORNING
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Recalling Mrs Aurora's obsession with grandchildren via her previous interaction with Drake, she'd pulled out her laptop in search of how long it took to get a fake pregnancy result. You have the money? You are good to go. She'd thought, recalling the amount of money she'd been saving. Dressed in her blue jean pants, pink blouse and white face cap, she'd hurriedly copied down the address of the most highly rated clinic and dashed out of the house, under the pretense she had to go for a morning stroll. Since Drake never questioned her decisions, he never cared less. He'd grunted underneath the sheet lazily, as she'd interrupted his sleep.
"Sorry" She'd whispered in his ears before leaving.
The rich loved successors. They loved their reputation and fame.
