Chapter 246 Where My Son Is, There I Am

Chapter 246 Where My Son Is, There I Am

The box had two layers and wasn't that big, but it looked heavy — the servant's veins were visibly bulging on his arm as he carried it.

And the servant wasn't heading toward the second floor. Victoria lived on the second floor, and so did his father.

He bypassed the second floor entirely. He seemed to be heading toward the third or fourth floor.

Nobody lived on the third or fourth floor. Why would anyone need food delivered up there?

Could it be that his father had brought his mother back?

Sean didn't ask any questions. He looked away and kept walking toward the exit.

Victoria watched Sean's retreating figure, took a sip of milk, and set her glass down on the coffee table.

She didn't go up to the fourth floor right away. Instead, she sat on the sofa and waited another half hour, making sure Sean's car had already pulled out through the gates of the old house before she slowly got up, one hand on her lower back, and headed upstairs.

The door at the end of the fourth-floor hallway was shut tight. Two bodyguards stood outside. When they saw her coming, they gave a slight nod.

"Open the door," Victoria said.

A bodyguard pulled out a key and unlocked the door with a click.

The curtains inside were drawn completely shut, leaving only a dim yellow desk lamp on.

Susan sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against the headboard. Her face was pale, her lips cracked and dry, but her eyes were still calm.

She had been locked up for three days.

Two meals a day, both cold.

No one spoke to her. No one told her what was happening outside.

The room felt like a tomb — so quiet she could only hear herself breathing.

But she hadn't given in. She hadn't agreed to Julian's demands.

Victoria walked in with one hand on her lower back, looking down at her from above.

Her belly curved out in a round arc beneath her loose maternity dress, one hand resting on top of it — a display she made no effort to hide.

"Susan, I came to check on you." Her voice was soft, with a slightly sweet lilt at the end.

Susan looked up at her, her gaze moving slowly from Victoria's face down to her swollen belly, then back up again.

"Something you need?"

"Nothing major." Victoria sat down in the only chair in the room, one hand propped against her lower back, and let out a sigh. "It's just that Shay's been so busy lately, tied up with wedding preparations all day, no time to keep me company. I got a little bored, so I came to chat."

She paused after saying that, watching Susan's reaction.

Susan's expression didn't change at all.

Victoria's smile stiffened for less than half a second before she smoothed it back into that gentle look.

She reached into her bag, pulled out a piece of paper, unfolded it, and held it out in front of Susan.

"Oh, by the way — take a look at this."

It was a paternity test report.

Black text on white paper, stamped with a red seal, clearly stating: it is supported that Mr. Sean is the biological father of the fetus, with a paternity probability of 99.99%.

Susan looked down at the report, her eyes lingering on that line for several seconds.

She slowly raised her head and looked at Victoria, her tone calm. "Sean told me he never touched you."

"Of course he wouldn't dare admit it." Victoria took the report back, folded it carefully, and tucked it into her bag. "He had too much to drink that night — he had no idea what he was doing. But the baby in my belly doesn't lie, and a paternity test doesn't lie either. If you don't believe me, you're welcome to have Shay do another test. I don't mind."

Susan looked at her and said nothing.

Her expression stayed calm, but her hands, resting on her knees, tightened slightly.

She thought back to how off Sean had been the past few days — the faint smell of antiseptic on him when he came home, the way he'd been distracted at dinner. So that was why.

"I didn't come here today to rub it in your face." Victoria's tone softened, taking on a kind, understanding warmth. "You've seen how things are. Shay has a responsibility to me now. He's going to marry me and give our child a home. You staying here isn't good for anyone."

As she spoke, she reached out and took Susan's hand, her eyes full of sincerity.

"Susan, just go. Leave this place. Leave Shay. Start your life over."

Susan looked down at her hand, then slowly pulled it away.

"Okay," she said.

Victoria froze for a moment, clearly not expecting Susan to agree so quickly.

"But I have one condition." Susan looked at her. "I want to take my son Liam with me."

The warmth on Victoria's face hardened instantly.

She stared at Susan for several seconds, her expression shifting into something complicated.

"Are you out of your mind?" Her voice had lost its earlier softness, and there was a thin edge of undisguised mockery in it now. "Liam is the eldest grandson of the Miller family — Shay's only son. Do you really think the Miller family would let him go? Or do you think I have that kind of power to help you?"

"If I can't take my son with me, I'm not going anywhere." Susan's tone was still calm, but every word was firm and final. "Wherever my son is, that's where I'll be."

"Are you threatening me?" Victoria stood up, and the warmth on her face dropped away completely, revealing something cold underneath. "Look at the position you're in right now. Do you really think you're in any place to make demands?"

"I'm not threatening you," Susan said. "I'm just telling you my condition. We're making a deal here — aren't we?"

Victoria stared at her for a long moment, then smiled again.

"You're right." Her tone softened once more, and she sat back down in the chair. "Honestly, Liam staying in the Miller family is a bit of an eyesore."

"When my baby is born, if Shay's attention is all on that kid, what kind of standing will my child have?"

"Everything in the Miller family belongs to me and my child. Why should I let you and your son keep a foot in the door?"

A cold glint flashed in Victoria's eyes.

"Don't worry," she said, standing up and smoothing the wrinkles from her skirt. "I won't let you and your son just hang around the Miller family indefinitely. I'll do everything I can to help you — to get you and your son out of here."

Susan watched Victoria walk out of the room. The door swung shut in front of her and locked.

She leaned back against the headboard and closed her eyes. Her chest felt heavy and tight, like a boulder pressing down on it — every breath took everything she had.

She believed Sean hadn't gone to Victoria on his own. But the paternity test was real.

The baby was Sean's.

She didn't know how to face that.

But this wasn't the time to think about it.

She had to get out of here — and take Liam with her. Otherwise, with how ruthless Julian was, there was no telling what he might do to her.

Victoria wasn't someone she could count on.

That woman ran too deep. Her words sounded nice, but who knew what she was really planning behind the scenes.

If she suddenly turned on her and started working against her, what would happen to her and Liam?

She had to find her own way out.

Victoria went back to her room, closed the door, sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, then picked up her phone and dialed a number.