Chapter 312 Heiress

Lydia said to the woman who had just entered, "What are you doing here? Who told you to come? What if someone sees you? You need to leave. Now!"

Sandra frowned and said, "Lydia, I heard something happened to you. I was so worried. I came quietly, and it was the dead of night. No one will know I was here."

The woman standing before Lydia was her biological mother, Sandra Moss. She had been outside the door for a while and had overheard the entire conversation between Lydia and Dalton.

Now that the coast seemed clear, Sandra couldn’t hold back her anger. "Dalton, that spineless man! How dare he shirk responsibility and tell you to get rid of the baby? He’s no better than his mother. They’re both despicable!"

Lydia found it odd when Sandra mentioned Charlotte. "Wait, how do you know Charlotte?"

She thought, "It doesn’t add up. Sandra has never met Charlotte before. How could she know what kind of person Charlotte is?"

Sandra was stunned, her expression stiffening before she quickly brushed it off. "Of course, I don’t know her. How could I?"

Lydia didn’t dwell on it. She was more worried that someone might catch Sandra visiting her. She urged Sandra again, "You really need to go!"

Just then, Malcolm appeared at the door. He was surprised when he saw Sandra. "What are you doing here? What if someone sees you?"

Sandra stammered, "I… I’ll leave right away."

Malcolm stepped forward and grabbed her hand. "I know you’re worried about our daughter, but didn’t I already tell you? Lydia is fine, and the baby is stable. If someone sees you sneaking around, it could cause trouble. Come on, I’ll take you home."

With that, Malcolm and Sandra left together.

In the elevator, Sandra still couldn’t shake her worry. She turned to Malcolm and said, "I just saw Dalton. He’s actually trying to make Lydia get rid of the baby! Do you think there’s something wrong with their relationship?"

Malcolm shook his head. "The Aniston family won’t let Dalton act recklessly. You must have heard wrong. How could Dalton not want his own baby?"

Sandra’s eyes were red with tears. "Malcolm, I’ve been hiding behind you for so many years without a title or status, and I’ve accepted that. I know I can’t compete with Bianca, but you can’t let our daughter suffer for no reason!"

Malcolm promised, "Don’t worry. Lydia is my precious girl. I would never let her suffer."

"But I heard from Lydia that you gave the mansion to Meryl just to please her. Isn’t that a loss for Lydia?" Sandra’s eyes reddened even more.

Malcolm retorted, "I compensated Lydia with money, didn’t I? I gave her 30 million dollars as a Christmas gift!"

As they talked, they reached downstairs. Sandra knew it wasn’t wise to push Malcolm too hard, so she didn’t say more.

Malcolm gestured for Sandra to get into his car and told the driver, "Take her to Peace Street."

Seeing that Malcolm wasn’t getting in the car, Sandra frowned. "Aren’t you coming with me?"

With Christmas around the corner and his son John back, Malcolm could no longer use work as an excuse to sneak away to Sandra’s place. But remembering his frustration with Bianca, Malcolm steeled himself and said, "Alright, I’ll take you home tonight."

Sandra smiled satisfactorily.

Years ago, she had been Malcolm’s secretary. Taking advantage of his drunken state, she had slept with him, and since then, they had maintained a murky relationship.

But the good times didn’t last. Bianca sensed something was amiss. Being a coward, Malcolm paid Sandra off before things got out of hand.