CHAPTER 081.

"I heard Mrs. Peace Churchill saying that the woman would be moving in with you soon, since you're the one responsible for her pregnancy."

Kendrick's face turned ashen, his eyes widening. He slumped back in his chair, his mouth agape, as if the words had knocked the breath out of him.

"What...how...no, that's impossible!" he stammered, then laughed a bit.

"Are you laughing about it, young master?" Florence asked.

" What is it you wanted me to do? … I understand all they're doing. If I should assist her, then it would only be because of the child she's carrying." He said and his father turned to him with a surprise stare.

"Are you saying that you have accepted being responsible for the child she's carrying?" Florence asked in a curious tone.

"Not that Ma,... Can I talk to you later?" He said, hanging up the call.

"Who was that and what child were you talking about?" Mr. Peterson asked, his eyes locked onto Kendricks.

"That has nothing to do with me Dad… Someone was asking to kn