Chapter 177

Sheryl knew that her weakness had caused her daughter many problems in the past, so she must not be weak now. She would stand before her, and shield her from everything! Irene's eyes were red. "Mom," she sniffled. "Please calm down." Murder is a crime—Sheryl would be imprisoned if Harvey Gooding died, and she did not want that. Harvey then added, "I won't hurt the child, woman. I love your daughter, and will be a better husband to her than Isaac Jefferson when she marries me." Sheryl, however, was not so easily fooled. "Don't bother sweet-talking me—you wouldn't coerce Irene if you loved her, let alone threaten her with her child. You only see what you want, and you call that love?" Harvey was taken aback—he actually had no comeback for Sheryl. Hence, he simply gave up on defending himself. "Kill me, and you'd be in prison. You'll never see your grandson again, but your daughter will be worse off because she'll lose you and her son. Who knows if she'd lose her mind from grief?"