Bella's POV:
Mother closed the sliding door on the balcony and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"
"What... what's going on?" I touched the back of my head.
I didn't know what I should say, because everything was fake. The more I said, the more mistakes I would make.
"What's his name?" Mother touched her head.
"Klein Wharton." I replied.
"Klein Wharton? How could it be a Wharton again?" Mother frowned. And then, she said, "No matter what his surname is, he said that he is the father of Lucky?"
"Yes." I nodded.
"When did you get to know such a person? He's a lawyer and he's from such a good family. To tell me the truth, does he have a wife? We can't do anything to destroy his family." Mother's expression was very serious.
"Mom, he's not married," I said quickly.
"That's good, that's good." Mother nodded.
"By the way, how much is his car worth?" Mother glanced out of the window at the car which Klein was driving.