My Baby’s Daddy Chapter 1252
Ren’s recovery had extended for a few days thanks to Charlotte’s soup. He was a little glum about it, to be honest. Throughout the following week, Ruka refused to enter his room past ten at night. She even gave him a few books on meditation.
Ren did not want to scare her again either, so he decided to wait until he was fully recovered. Two days later, he heard back from Richard. The assailant had been killed just before they managed to apprehend him, so the mastermind was still unknown. He hid too well and they could not get to him yet.
Right at this moment, in a secret meeting room, a man sneered, “If you want this to blow over, you need to ensure that I am appointed to that position, or otherwise, you’ll all have to spend the rest of your
lives in prison.” “We’ll do everything we can to make sure that happens, Mr. Grady.” The room was dark, and the other two people remained in the shadows, but the person they were protecting was Orson Grady.
“We still have a chance. There’s that girl. Ruka Singed, right? Even if we can’t get to Ren Husson, we can find a chance to move against her.”
“No mistakes allowed this time.”
These days, Harold rarely left the house to join any of the gatherings or events. He preferred staying at home and occupying his time with his gardening and other leisurely pursuits. All of his hopes and dreams for the family’s glory had been. placed on Ren’s shoulders instead.
Ren was young and accomplished. He was well-received by the nation’s citizens .and he had a bright future ahead of him. Harold had nothing to worry about when it came to his son.
This morning, Harold stood in the garden and did his morning exercise routine. He was feeling pretty good and relaxed as he finished up his stretching when his phone started ringing. It was Trom an unknown number.
Harold rarely answered such calls, but he was in a good mood today so he decided to see who it was. “Hello, who’s this?”
“Mr. Husson, you need not know who I am. I’m just a Good Samaritan who wants to inform you of something.” Harold frowned. His voice was a lot sterner as he asked, “Who on earth are you?”
“Did you know that your son, Ren Husson, and your daughter’s goddaughter, Ruka Singed, are cohabitating?”
“What kind of nonsense is that? My son is a decent and righteous man. Don’t bother coming up with these ridiculous claims,” Harold snapped back.
“Hah. It seems like you don’t know your son very well. Your son went behind your back and started living together with Ruka Singed. How can you not know about such a scandalous affair?”
“Who on earth are you? You have no grounds for questioning my son’s character, Harold snorted.
“Someone plans to use this against your son during the upcoming elections. You better make sure that they break off their relationship, or else, your son won’t be serving a second term as Vice President. After all, I heard that your son intends to give up on the elections for that woman! Mr. Husson, it would be a waste if a woman ends up destroying the Hussons family legacy. You should break them up at once!”
The call ended, and soon after, Harold received a text. His chest was heaving in anger. Who was the one recklessly spouting baseless rumors about his son’s private affairs?
