Chapter 87

Stunned, Celine turned toward Andrew. Why would he be here? He rarely ever came back to the Wentworth residence—not even for Christmas last year. Melina was also wondering why Andrew had come over. Plus, he'd spoken rather rudely. It was as if he would actually hit Celine. Andrew approached Celine and eyed her abdomen. "I heard you're having a son this time. You should take good care of the pregnancy." It didn't sound like he was expressing his concern, however. It sounded more like a threat. Celine, who was nothing but arrogant when dealing with Melina, immediately clutched her belly and stepped backward. Still looking pale, she warned, "I'm your aunt, Andrew." "Is that so?" Celine's face turned even more ghostly, her eyes flecked with terror. Melina, who was watching the two, felt a little puzzled. No matter how unruly Andrew was, Celine was still his aunt. She shouldn't be that afraid of him, right? What was she afraid of? Just then, a stern voice came in through the door. "