Chapter 4

I didn't dare answer.

Matthias glanced at me.

"Afraid of your family?"

I spoke stubbornly.

"Who's afraid?"

The phone stopped for two seconds, then rang again.

This time it was my dad.

If I didn't answer, the Smith family would storm straight to Morrison Corporation.

I took a deep breath and pressed answer.

My mom's voice was shrill and terrifying.

"Raven Smith, where are you?"

I glanced at Matthias.

"Shopping."

"Shopping all the way up to the Morrison Corporation top floor?"

My scalp tingled.

Did Grayson Jones snitch...

Sure enough, my mom's next words confirmed it. "Grayson said you went to find Matthias Morrison with a pregnancy test."

I held the phone away from my ear.

She continued yelling, "You're pregnant?"

Lillian's ears were sharper than anyone's. She immediately leaned in.

I closed my eyes.

"Yes."

Silence on the other end of the line for three seconds.

My mom started crying.

"Have you lost your mind? How old are you? What's going on between you and Matthias Morrison?"

Before I could speak, Matthias took the phone.

"Mrs. Smith, I will take responsibility."

My mom on the other end went quiet.

Then my dad's voice came through.

"Matthias Morrison, let Raven come home."

Matthias looked at me.

I immediately shook my head.

He said into the phone, "She's not in a condition to travel right now."

My dad laughed coldly.

"You have no right to keep my daughter."

Matthias's expression was indifferent.

"If she wants to leave, I won't stop her."

I immediately grabbed his sleeve.

"I'm not leaving."

The sound of a glass shattering came from the other end.

My mom's voice shook with anger. "Raven Smith, you just wait."

The call ended.

I buried my face in the blanket.

I was done for.

Lillian patted my hand.

"Don't be afraid. The Morrison family will protect you."

I looked at her wearily.

"You wanted me to go to the old mansion and verify the child just a moment ago."

Lillian was rendered speechless.

Matthias cleared his throat lightly.

"Come back to my place first."

I knew he lived in a luxury home.

But when the car drove into the exclusive villa district, I couldn't help but gasp.

My mood improved instantly.

"Matthias Morrison, your place is actually pretty suitable for pregnancy."

He loosened his tie.

"The master bedroom is yours."

I sat on the sofa holding a cushion.

"Where will you sleep?"

"Guest room."

I frowned.

"If you're too far away, what do I do if I get hungry in the middle of the night?"

Matthias looked at me.

"Where do you want me to sleep?"

I pointed at the master bedroom's king-size bed.

"The bed is very big."

His eyes darkened.

"Raven Smith, don't provoke me."

I immediately shut my mouth.

That night, I woke up hungry and padded barefoot to the kitchen looking for food.

The refrigerator was full of premium ingredients. I didn't know how to cook any of them.

I dug out a box of strawberries and had just bitten into one when Matthias's voice came from behind me.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

I was so startled the strawberry fell to the floor.

He walked over, lifted me onto the kitchen island, and knelt down to wipe my feet.

His movements were very gentle.

I looked at his lowered brows and eyes, my heartbeat going out of control for a moment.

Text suddenly appeared.

[Friendly reminder: Grayson Jones is downstairs.]

[He brought the Smith family with him.]

The doorbell rang.