Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game novel Chapter 155

Mrs. Chambers offered a sigh, embraced Steffan from his back and asked, "How about you just forgive her, for my sake, darling?"

"Not this time, Helena. The reason why I previously accepted her as my daughter in-law was because she had been knowing her place and keeping her nose clean. While things are different now: if those photographs are to be spread among the public, not only will it be a total disgrace for our son Zachariah, but also a shame on our family!"

Mrs. Chambers sighed again and continued, "You knows that I love her a lot, don't you, darling? It really hurts to hear something like that from you."

Steffan turned around, held Mrs. Chambers in her arms and gently whispered, "Be rational, and don't get yourself possessed by personal feelings on that, Helena. Ophelia is indeed not the best choice for Zachariah, irrespective of her family, educational background and capabilities."

"But our family is already good enough, isn't it? I don't think we really need that sort of gifted and outstanding girl to add brilliance to our family."

"But if we want to expand our business abroad, we will have to find Zachariah a wife whose family is well matched with ours."

Complicatedly, Mrs. Chambers looked at Steffan and asked, "It sounds like you're considering our son as a tool to strengthen Chambers Group. I tell you: whether Zachariah is really going to divorce Ophelia or not, I will never allow Cora to ever step into our family. And if you insist on bringing her in, I will leave!"

Helplessly, Steffan held her tighter, "Relax, Helena. I'm not saying that Zachariah must marry Cora, since it's something to be decided by him. However, for one thing, Ophelia is destined to leave since our family may suffer losses caused by those photographs; for another, Corahas Zachariah's kid either, let alone that her family has long been in good relationship with ours."

Mrs. Chambers pushed him away and said, "It's still too early to say Zachariah is the father of the kid in Cora's tummy, and if you still insist to let Zachariah marry Cora, I will leave the family!"

Steffan had no choice but to compromise in front of Mrs. Chambers.

"Relax, and I'm merely saying so, Helena. Remember what Kenelm once told you? Don't get yourself angry. I'm sorry for my recklessness."

Mrs. Chambers then calmed down and answered, "I don't mean to contradict your words. I just sincerely think that Cora doesn't deserve to be Zachariah's wife."

"I'll listen to you, dear. Whether he divorces Ophelia or not, it's up to Zachariah. And if he is really going to divorce Ophelia and marry Cora, you should by then simply accept it, since that you don't want to see the two kids turn their backs on you either, don't you, my love?"

Mrs. Chambers sighed without giving any response.

Down the stairs, Savannah came to the front of Zachariah and hastened to ask, "What the hell are you thinking, Zachariah? What makes you believe the flirtatious woman is innocent?"

"Don't you ever call her that way. She is my wife."

"She does not deserve to be your wife! Just look what she has done to you!"

"I don't have much time to argue with you about that. I'm going back to the company."

Savannah dragged him backwards and asked, "Then what about Cora? You said you loved her, but now you're not seemingly acting like that! Have you transferred your affections from her to Ophelia?"

Frowned, Zachariah answered, "Listen, Savannah: if you have too much time to waste on dwelling on my affairs, I suggest that you should either go shopping or take some art courses to improve your temperament."

In rage, Savannah shouted, "Don't you ever fool me like that! Are you just going to play dumb and be a coward even though Ophelia has cheated on you?"

Zachariah disdained to give her a glance and passed her by.

With her teeth gritted, Savannah stamped her feet in anger and glared at Zachariah, "You will regret it! All of you, I mean all of you, will definitely regret it when it comes to an end!"

Naturally, Zachariah left her behind and went out. As he walked out of the door, his phone rang — Cora was calling in. He meant to just ignore her call but he failed, since the constant annoying ring was about to drive him crazy.

"Zachariah, someone has sent me some photographs. Could you please come around and check?"

A fierce look came into Zachariah's eyes. He then said, "I'm coming, just wait for me."

Zachariah then hung off the phone and drove right to Cora's place.

She was now living in a newly bought apartment with three bedrooms — a big enough cozy little apartment in a community close to where Zachariah was living.

Zachariah took the elevator, went upstairs and rang the bell. In a second, Cora opened the door and jumped into Zachariah's bosom. As her lips were about to touch those of Zachariah, it stunned her that Zachariah dodged her kiss.

Looking at Zachariah confusedly, she asked, "What's wrong, Zach?"

"Let's go inside before we talk." In haste, Zachariah held Cora in arms perfunctorily, jogged her into the room and closed the door.

Suddenly, Cora pressed Zachariah against the wall, looked at him flirtatiously and said, "It has been days since the last time you came around and visited me, Zach. Me and the baby have been missing you so much."

Perfunctorily, Zachariah kissed her and tried to be patient, "Let's talk about it later. Where are the photos that you have previously mentioned on the phone?"

In grievance, Cora looked at him and asked, "Is that you're not going to come if I have not mentioned those things? In order to be with you, I've given up my career and opportunities abroad. But now I feel that you're becoming more and more indifferent to me. Tell me, Zachariah: do you still love me?"