95 Chapter 8: Winter, Anthony (1/2)
Rose arrived with Winter to the Connells mansion. Her Aunt and Uncle were excited about her going while Jake when he woke up said nothing. The Overweight maid had greeted her first before leading her to her room and doesn't leave her to her self. She gazed at Winter who was looking around wildly when she sat him on the bed. When his eyes finally came to her, he smiled innocently.
The door knew open behind her, as the man known as Anthony threw his beg to the side before, he finally noticed her presence.
”Who the f*** are you?”
Rose was irritated at the comment before she realized something ”This room wouldn't happen to be yours, Right.”
”It is, so who are you to sneak into my room illegally. Are you a burglar?”
”Of course, I'm not….” Rose stopped herself from saying the rest, as she would have been out of character by doing so.
”UGAGGH” Winter giggled like something fun just happened. Anthony finally noticed the baby on his bed, before he went crazy and started yelling.
”I don't know, who you are, but get you and the brat out of my room” he screamed so loudly that it shocked Winter enough to cry. Rose turned around to settle Winter. But when she turned back around Anthony was gone.
”Grandpa, theirs a girl in my room with a baby, a baby,” he said to Griffin
”Yes, I brought her here.”
”Why?”
”You lied to me.”
”Huh?”
”You said he wasn't your son.”
”You're still talking about that; I told you it was impossible. How could I make her pregnant?Whatever it's not true. Don't let her fool you.”
”I have already checked his DNA against yours!”
”Stop kidding, I know the result, and Mom said it wasn't mine.”
”He is your son, so, you have to take responsibility for that.”
So, you suddenly, buying me a big bed was for this?”
”Your old bed was too small for two people.”
”Grandpa doesn't tell me that they are staying here.”
”Of course, I prepared the room next to yours as the baby's room.”
”What about my game room?”
”I moved it to the third floor. Why? Do, you take games as more important over your son's”
”Yes! It's more important.”
”Dinner is prepared.” The fat maid walked in.
”What do we have today?” Griffin said