I Don't Wish For My Son To Live That Kind Of Life

'What now? Would he take this as an opportunity to insult and criticize me? I'm happy that he didn't mention what happened last night and acted like there was no such incident.'

She could not settle down the beat in her heart.

Contemplating, Krishna had inexplicable emotions lingering in her chest. But when George returned her phone, she was stunned by his words.

"He was beautiful."

She blinked, staring at the man in disbelief. 'Did he just praise my son? Is he not angry or something?'

After he uttered those three words, he returned to his original demeanor. It cannot fathom what he had in mind at that moment. He simply resumed driving and acted like everything that happened was normal.

Unbeknownst to Krishna, he had mixed feelings of delight and fear. 'I should not care about this woman.'

But he wondered whether she would hate him after she learned that he had erased her memory that night. Then, how can he explain things to her when that day comes?

"Ahem. Where is his dad, by the way?" Before he could think straight, these words came out of his mouth as he was curious about her feelings about finding out she was pregnant but remembered nothing about who she slept with that night.

On the other hand, Krishna did not see it coming that George would ask her this… Well, she had made a guess already that he would comment; she even expected him to voice his disgusts with her past. Thus, she was surprised when he sounded calm. More likely, he was cautious that she would not be angry that he was becoming nosy about her private life.

She was at a loss for words regarding how to reply to him. They only meet for three days. Even though he investigated her; still, she believes it is not reasonable to narrate her past to a stranger when she was her boss.

It's not that she doesn't want to be open to anyone. She was only ashamed that she had no recollection of that night; hence, she could not recognize who she slept with that left his sperm and formed a fetus in her womb.

"Erm… It is an unimportant matter." After fidgeting about what to answer, she finally replied almost inaudibly.

George raised his brow. "What do you mean by that? Has he left you?"

Asking this question, George isn't sure whether he should pat his back for putting on an act or smack himself for lying.

"Well… It would be best if that's the case," she said. Her tone hinted that she doesn't want to discuss it further.

"Huh?" However, he does not understand her answer.

'Did she not care who her son's father is? Has she never searched for him?'

"You sounded like he was already dead. Or is it what you presume?" he joked, concealing the tension he was feeling at that moment. His chest has been tormenting him. 'Damn! What are you trying to put up? A dead picture of yourself?'

Inwardly, George chuckled, having this thought. Good thing that Krishna was distracted by her own thoughts.

"It doesn't matter who his father is…."

Krishna muttered this subconsciously, which caused George stiffened. After he composed himself, he darken his face. His smile froze, and his hold on the steering wheel tightened as well. Suppose he should not feel this way, but it felt like he was a terrible father, abandoning his child.

'It's just one night. Who knows that I will impregnate her?' He tried to comfort himself but failed to relieve himself from the guilt he felt, for which he was not entirely at fault.

"So? Are you saying you will not look for your son's father and ask him for child support?" he said afterward, suppressing the emotion clouding his head.

Krishna turned her head and gaped at the man, who was suspiciously solemn while driving. In fact, something is off with him questioning her like this.

She doesn't want to put a meaning to his interrogation, but she feels uncomfortable—probably because she fears he would misjudge her further.

After some time of silence, she finally made up her mind to answer the guy.

"As long as I can feed my son, I don't need that man's support." When she made this remark, she was comforting herself that she had a job now, which helped her do more for her son's well-being.

Meanwhile, the man wasn't happy with her answer.

'Then? If we didn't meet once again and I didn't recognize her, would I ever learn about my son? Would I grow old without knowing the existence of my firstborn?'

George tightens his hold on the steering wheel of these thoughts. 'There's no way my son will grow up without me.'

"What if you learn he is from a wealthy family? Then your son is possibly an heir. Doesn't it mean you can get a lot of money from them?"

George stole a look at her, and it didn't hide from him when she frowned. It seemed she disliked the idea. More likely, she was irate listening to his assumption.

Oblivious to her, George said it on a factual basis.

"Life in a wealthy family is complicated. I don't wish for my son to live that kind of life. Everyone would have high expectations, pressuring his whole life."

Her statement had rendered George speechless. He could not refute that but admitted that she was right.

'She's really only thinking simply. If it were another woman, she would already plot out how to use my child to enter the Graham family.'

From there, he had no more questions but fell into deep thoughts, racking his head on how to lift her mood.

Now that he had stopped interrogating her, Krishna seemed to ignore his presence, which, for some reason, upset him.

But as he recalled how hostile he was toward her in the passing days, accusing her of bullshits, she probably felt anxious about being alone with him in the car.

Having this thought, George glanced at the quiet woman beside him. Then his eyes flashed a glint of excitement when he noticed the smile on her lips as she watched the video on her phone.

However, she was wearing air pods; thus, he could not hear any sound.

The video played on her phone is his son. Although he knew that Krishna's friends went shopping with his son, he wished to see more than just photos sent by his men.

Suddenly, he was distracted from driving and almost bumped into the vehicle ahead of them. Gratefully, he abruptly steered to his left and overtook smoothly.

George breathed a sigh of relief, but Krishna was still immersed in her phone, which made him feel gloomy.

"Krishna…" he called her out, then stretched his right arm, shaking her shoulder.

"Huh? Did you say something?" Krishna wasn't paying attention to her surroundings; her clear eyes glinted with a curious look as she anticipated his answer.

On the other hand, George was mesmerized to see her sweet smile. In the past three days, he had only seen her glares of irritation every time he would accuse her, and then she'll shoot him with murderous stares whenever she made eye contact with him.

"What did you say?" Krishna blinked.

On the other hand, George's ears caught those aggressive honking from the cars behind them. They were at the traffic light, and the red light had now changed into green. He steered the wheel and turned to the right.

Now that they were taking the east flyover bridge. George was confident to step on the accelerator, and the car shot toward the direction of the largest mall in M Country.

After three minutes, the car entered the mall's exclusive parking lot in the building next to the mall. George pulled over to the vacant space reserved for G Group, the company he had established with his own blood and sweat.

Since he learned about the existence of his firstborn, his son George is the heir of G Group, and it does not yet include the inheritance from the main family, which will also inherit the Lord's title.

Once George parked his car, Krishna removed the scarf to return it to its owner, but George stopped her by holding his hand before she could do that.

"Keep it. The mall still had high air conditioning. How can you work if you catch a cold?" Raising one brow, the latter made such a statement.

The former could not counter that but rolled her eyes from frustration. On the other hand, he has a point. All that money he wired to her. She had to work hard so that she could deserve to receive such a salary, knowing she was not a famous model yet.

"Okay, thank you," she hurriedly said while reaching to the car door to open it. She didn't want to stay longer in the car with his intimidating aura.

But she realized George hadn't unlocked the door yet. She turned her head just to be shocked that George was leaning too close to her.

"What… What are you doing?" All of a sudden, the beat in her heart became wild.

"You haven't heard my reply yet," George whispered hoarsely.

"Huh? About wa—what?"

She stuttered after being distracted by him when he kept reducing their distance. Now, she has to bury her body in the leather seat to maintain a safe space between them.

George was amused seeing her like a blushing kitten. Lifting the corner of his mouth, he uttered,

"Let's go shopping for our... I mean, your son."

"Huh?" Krishna's forehead creased from confusion. She asked, "Why would you do that?"