CHAPTER THIRTY THE MOTHER

The morning sun filtered through the windows of Luke's office, casting a warm glow over the sleek, modern furnishings. Luke sat at his desk, engrossed in his work when the sound of approaching footsteps caught his attention. He looked up to see his mother striding into the room, her presence commanding attention as always. "Mother?" Luke said, surprise evident in his voice. "What are you doing here?" His mother wasted no time in getting to the point, her expression stern as she fixed him with a penetrating gaze. "I heard some rather concerning rumors, Luke," she began, her tone brimming with disapproval. Luke raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Rumors? What kind of rumors?" His mother let out a huff of exasperation, her frustration palpable. "Rumors about you becoming a father," she replied bluntly. "And I must say, I'm rather disappointed in you." Luke's jaw dropped in shock, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of his mother's words. He had never exp