The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 358 - 359: Selling the Daughter

When Sabrina Johnson went to visit Yvette Harris, Yvette was getting an essential oil massage. Although Yvette was getting older, she had maintained her looks well throughout the years and did not show her age. Sabrina saw Yvette’s skin, glistening with essential oil, still possessing a youthful vitality.

It should be noted that Yvette liberally used eye cream as body lotion. For a woman to maintain her youth, a significant amount of money was an essential support.

Yvette had always known this. From a young age, every man she had slept with had been rich.

Eventually, she got lucky and met Jeremy Harris. Thanks to her son, she had married into wealth and now lived the lavish life of a rich man’s wife.

"I knew you’d come to find me," said Yvette, her voice filled with certainty and smugness.

Sabrina didn’t like Yvette’s tone and coldly replied, "I’ll wait for you outside."

"No need, I’m done." Yvette put on her bathrobe, got up, and dismissed the Masseur.

Only the mother and daughter were left in the room. Yvette looked at her daughter, who was wearing a pink dress, disdain clear in her eyes.

"Have you thought it through?"

"I have."

"You won’t regret it?"

"No regrets!" If she regretted anything, it was falling in love with Frederick Stewart in the first place.

"I’ll invite him over tonight."

"Alright."

Yvette looked at Sabrina’s utterly dejected look and asked, "Don’t you even want to know what kind of man he is?"

"It doesn’t matter what kind of man he is."

Yvette laughed. "Sabrina, you’ve finally grown up. You see, a woman can only live a good life if she finds a man with wealth and power. As for a man’s looks, it really doesn’t matter. After all, once the lights are off, they all look the same..."

"Shut up! I’m not like you. I just want a child! I would never be as licentious as you!"

Yvette laughed. "I know you look down on me, but don’t forget, I’m your biological mother! Even if you despise me, you can’t change that fact!"

"Is there anything else? If not, I should go."

"I heard your sister married a cripple?" Yvette asked.

"What does that have to do with you?"

"Of course, it concerns me. Because if Sienna is unhappy, Pauline Briggs won’t be happy either. And if Pauline is unhappy, then I’m happy!"

Sabrina didn’t understand how Pauline, her kind-hearted adoptive mother, had offended Yvette. "Do you have some grudge against my mom?"

"I am your mother! When will you finally call me ’Mom’? Sabrina, I’ve been waiting for many years."

"Didn’t you abandon me back then? Since you discarded me, why bother acknowledging me now?"

"You’d like to continue being Pauline’s daughter, wouldn’t you? But Pauline doesn’t care about you anymore..."

Sabrina and Yvette were like oil and water; just exchanging a few words made Sabrina want to leave immediately. So, she stood up to go.

「」

After leaving Yvette’s place, Sabrina called Frederick Stewart. A woman’s voice answered, one Sabrina recognized: Sissi, the one carrying his illegitimate child.

"Is this Mrs. Stewart? Frederick said he’s exhausted and resting... You can call back later..."

Sissi had never dared to directly challenge her, the legal wife, before. But now, pregnant with his child, she seemed to feel invulnerable.

"Sissi, our names are actually the same... Frederick was really something else, even finding a surrogate with a name identical to mine."

This woman wanted to make her jealous, to provoke a fight with Frederick so she could benefit from the chaos. Her tactics were ones Sabrina herself had used countless times.

"You just focus on your pregnancy and give Frederick a son. When he’s born, I’ll treat him as my own and help you raise him..."

"I won’t let you take my son away!" Sissi finally dropped her mask of hypocrisy.

"Heh, that’s not really for you to decide."

Sabrina had initially planned to call and make up an excuse not to go home, but now she had a genuine reason.

Sabrina wanted to find a man for surrogacy, and now she felt no psychological hesitation at all.

If Frederick Stewart was heartless, then she would be ruthless!

「」

The next day, Sabrina Johnson woke up in an unfamiliar man’s bed.

The man was potent, and he had exhausted her for half the night with an array of inventive acts. Sabrina endured it all, focused solely on getting pregnant. Eventually, however, she began to respond.

She, too, was a woman who had tasted passion, and Frederick Stewart hadn’t touched her in months.

When she opened her eyes, she was surprised the man was still there.

She didn’t want to see his face. She quietly got up, intending to dress and leave, but the man behind her stirred and woke.

"Sabrina?" the man suddenly called, his voice deep and weathered.

Sabrina froze but didn’t turn around, continuing to dress. The man sighed and said, "Leave your Husband. Be with me. I really like you."

"..."

"Sabrina, why aren’t you saying anything?"

Sabrina whirled around, glaring at him, ready to tell him to get those thoughts out of his head—as if a toad could ever eat swan meat!—but when she saw his face, she screamed.

"AAAH..."

Sabrina stumbled backward, staring in horror at the man’s face. He was very old, his hair completely white. Worse, his face was mottled with age spots... He was an old man, and clearly not a young one...

Yvette, her own mother, had found her a surrogate, and it was this decrepit old man...

"I know I’m a bit older," the man said, trying to entice her, "but older men have their advantages. At least I’ll dote on you more than your Husband does."

Sabrina felt a wave of revulsion so strong, it was as if bile was rising in her throat, threatening to make her vomit blood. She had said she didn’t care what kind of man it was, but she had never, ever imagined Yvette would find someone old enough to be her grandfather.

"Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you." Though old, the man’s eyes were still sharp, like daggers that could kill.

Seeing the man’s face, Sabrina felt as disgusted as if she had swallowed a fly. She covered her mouth and, ignoring her disheveled state, bolted from the room.

In the hallway, she bumped into a Servant. Sabrina, completely losing control, shrieked, "Where’s Yvette?"

"Madam is in the kitchen preparing breakfast," the Servant replied.

Sabrina shoved the Servant aside with such force that the woman slammed into the wall, crying out in pain. The Servant cursed under her breath, "Crazy woman!"

Sabrina ran all the way to the kitchen and yelled, "Yvette, get out here!"

Yvette was in the kitchen, looking impeccable. Her exquisite makeup concealed any flaws while highlighting her best features. She wore disposable gloves and a lace-trimmed apron.

"You’re awake?"

"How could you do that? How could you do that to me? How could you... do that!" Sabrina screamed, consumed by rage.

"Sabrina, what did I do?"

"Yvette, how can you still play dumb at a time like this?"