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At a five-star hotel, during the Frost Group's celebratory banquet.
In the restroom, I overheard a familiar voice,
"Genevieve, I only have a year left. Can't you just leave Cian alone? Can we try for a baby as soon as possible?"
Genevieve's sorrowful voice responded,
"Alright, Professor. We'll skip IVF; natural conception is faster anyway."
My mind went blank, and my body reacted before my thoughts could catch up. I burst out of the bathroom stall,
"Genevieve, you promised to start trying for a baby after the project was over. So this was your plan all along? To make me raise someone else's kid?"
Lorne looked up, his deep-set eyes behind his glasses betraying no emotion,
"What do you mean, 'someone else's kid'? Any child Genevieve and I have will rightfully bear my surname, no questions asked."
I turned to Genevieve in disbelief. She avoided my gaze and stammered an explanation:
"My mentor has terminal stomach cancer. Such an exceptional man without an heir – I just wanted to help fulfill his dying wish, to not waste his superior genes."
I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to look at the woman I'd loved for a decade any longer.
"Genevieve, since you're so noble, I'll do you a favor. Let's get a divorce."

My Darling Gives Birth to Her Mentor's Child

The objective was naturally to legitimately acquire Frost Family.


If he hadn't been so harsh, causing the company to rapidly decline, Genevieve would have thought I was up to something.


He really could have ridden his son's coattails to gradually become the CEO of Frost Group, gaining complete control over Frost Group's finances.


Genevieve broke down, clutching her head and sobbing uncontrollably.


Reportedly, that day she grabbed Lorne and demanded to know why, why he had ruined himself.


Lorne just looked at her coldly and said,


"You guys just got lucky being born into wealth. Why should I slave away in academics only to get peanuts? I refuse to accept that."


That day, Genevieve clawed at Lorne's face relentlessly, even tearing off a piece of his flesh.


Throughout it all, Lorne just stared at her with cold mockery, saying nothing.


The entire police station echoed with Genevieve's heart-wrenching sobs.


Chapter 7