DAVIS
No. No. I can't marry her! My grandma is joking! We've sorted this out ourselves and she won't have the baby. Why is grandma rubbing herself into this?
The hate is mutual. She proved it to me. She can't see herself carrying my baby just the same way I can't bear to see someone like her be the mother of my child.
"Grandma," I called following her down the hallway as she led her way outside accompanied by her bodyguard.
"Grandma, I will sort this out myself. This only has to do with me, I don't know why you're getting involved!" I yelled while she ignored me.
I continued following her until we were in the garage. Her personal bodyguard pressed the car key button, and the Range Rover sports car parked at the other end of the garage, amidst the array of cars, beeped repe
