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Seeing her stand up, Baron Stuart raised his eyes in surprise, staring at her.
Vivian Ferguson just smiled knowingly, smiled at her, and then turned to walk towards the living room.
Emily Walker followed closely and left the restaurant as well.
Watching the two leave, Bella Stuart’s face was full of confusion.
Upon reaching the living room, Vivian Ferguson chose to go upstairs and enter a room on the second floor.
As soon as she entered, the smile on Vivian Ferguson’s face disappeared, and she returned to her usual calm demeanor.
It wasn’t that she wanted to show a cold face to Emily Walker, but that as someone born into a wealthy family, she naturally behaved in a calm and composed manner.
Entering the room, Emily Walker stood behind Vivian Ferguson, wondering what she wanted to say to her this time.
Vivian Ferguson turned her head and looked at the unremarkable girl in front of her, truly not understanding why, out of so many women, her son had to one in particular.
“Are you pregnant?” Vivian Ferguson asked, looking at Emily Walker calmly and indifferently.
Emily Walker couldn’t help but be startled when she heard this. Had Baron Stuart told his mother about this as well?
“How did you know?” she blurted out, somewhat taken aback.
Vivian Ferguson was unperturbed, and sat down on a sofa chair, “Your symptoms last time at my house, and your diet today, are all characteristics of pregnancy. I’ve given birth to two children. Do you think I can’t even see that?”
Her words weren’t malicious, and on the contrary, knowing that there was a grandchild on the way made her somewhat look forward to his arrival.
If her son had decided on Emily Walker, then as his mother, what reason would she have to oppose?
Once, it was because of Camila Walker, but now, thinking of the blood transfusion incident, she was utterly repulsed by Camila Walker.
Without Camila Walker, what reason would she have to stand in the way of her son’s happiness if that was what he wanted?
Emily Walker was once again startled. Vivian Ferguson’s words made sense; anyone with experience could see her abnormality at a glance.
She nodded silently, confirming that she was indeed pregnant.
Seeing her admit it, Vivian Ferguson was secretly more excited, but she didn’t show it on her face.
After all, she hadn’t yet figured out exactly what this girl wanted by being at her son’s side.
“Emily Walker, right?” Vivian Ferguson looked at her, her face somewhat softer.
Emily Walker nodded calmly, “Yes.”
“Are you with Baron Stuart because of money?” Since it had come to this, she didn’t want to beat around the bush anymore and decided to get straight to the point.
A clever woman might not admit it when asked so directly, but she couldn’t see any cunning in the girl in front of her.
Her question didn’t surprise Emily Walker; she just didn’t understand why everyone thought she was close to Baron Stuart because of money.
“Madam Foster,” Emily Walker spoke calmly, looking steadily at Vivian Ferguson across from her, “I know he’s the best man in the world, and I know countless women want to win his favor. But not everyone is in it for the money. If you’re asking me , then I’ll tell you, I didn’t get together with him for the money.
For the first time, a man has entered my heart and occupied my inner world. I also know that my status and position, in the eyes of outsiders, undoubtedly make me the phoenix who has soared to the top branch. But even so, I don’t want to leave him. I don’t care what you all think of me, as long as Baron Stuart understands me, that’s enough.”