Chapter 245: A Mother’s Plea

Julia held up a delicate clover-shaped brooch. “What’s the matter? Look at this brooch. Isn’t it beautiful? The Oblistan tour guide said this four-leaf clover brooch would bring good luck, so I bought it.” She pinned it on Summer’s blue sweater. The silver accessory stood out beautifully against the casual outfit—a loose knit sweater paired with a flowing blue pleated skirt that made Summer look youthful and relaxed.

“It suits you,” Julia nodded in agreement.

After a moment’s hesitation, Summer dropped the bombshell. “I’m pregnant.”

Julia had been helping Summer try on a necklace. Her hands froze in mid-air, almost dropping the jewelry. “What?”

“I said… I’m pregnant,” Summer repeated clearly.

Finally processing the words, Julia’s voice rose anxiously. “Pregnant? Whose? The Mr. Graham?”

Summer replied calmly. “No matter whose it is. I’ve decided to keep it. My belly will grow. I can’t hide it forever.”

Seeing Summer’s determined expression, Julia’s face darkened. “What does the Graham family think? Now that you’re carrying their child, have they agreed to marry you? Do you know how hard it is to raise a child on your own? We’re still a family of status; think of the gossip and rumors of high society!”

The barrage of questions left Summer speechless.

Julia’s heart sank at her daughter’s silence. The Grahams’ strict, hierarchical family values are well known. Of course, things aren’t going to be easy.

Summer grabbed her mother’s hands. “Mom, my decision is final. Believe in me. I can do this on my own.”

Julia sighed deeply.

I do believe in Summer’s ability. But the thought of my daughter going through a pregnancy under the judgmental eyes of society is unbearable. No, I have to demand answers!

While Summer was at work, Julia secretly went to the Graham Mansion to confront Helen. Helen heard the butler announce Summer’s mother’s visit; she let her in with cold amusement.

It was the first time Julia had entered the Graham Mansion. Though she came from wealth herself, she was still awed by the imposing grandeur of the place, every detail exuding power and history.

Helen sat regally on the main sofa, eyeing her visitor with disdain. “Mrs. Stewart, to what do I owe this… unexpected visit?”

Julia perched nervously on the edge of the opposite sofa, acutely aware of the older woman’s hostility. But for the sake of her daughter, she would swallow her pride—that was the debt she owed Summer.

With a forced smile, Julia said, “Madam Graham, I’ve long admired your reputation. It’s an honor to meet you today. This jade bracelet is but a small token of my respect.” She slid an exquisite rosewood box across the table. Inside was an imperial green jade bracelet of flawless clarity, obviously priceless.

Helen accepted a cup of premium tea from a maid, barely glancing at the gift. “Let’s not waste time. State your business.”

Julia maintained her smile. “My daughter Summer and your grandson seem to be quite fond of each other. I only hope you will give their relationship your blessing.”

A mocking snort cut her off. Helen finally looked at her, eyes glittering with malice. “How clever of you. Your failing department stores aren’t enough, so now you plan to climb higher with your daughter?”