Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot
Chapter 1985 - 562: Won’t Lose_4

Chapter 1985: 562: Won’t Lose_4

But Jean Beckman was not persuaded.

Without waiting for Jean Beckman to speak, Mrs. Summer continued, "Auntie Mary has watched you grow up, and she would surely treat you like her own daughter if you married into their family. That way, you wouldn’t have to deal with any mother-in-law conflicts. For a girl, the biggest fear is marrying the wrong person."

"Jean, if you miss this opportunity, there won’t be another. You must seize the chance."

Jean Beckman frowned slightly.

Without thinking, she knew why her mother would say such things.

It must be that Mary Perryne said something in front of her mother.

But Jean Beckman just couldn’t accept it.

She wouldn’t actively pursue Mandel Thompson; she wanted Mandel Thompson to come crawling back to her and bow down at her feet.

Only in this way,

would she consider whether to marry into the Thompson Clan.

Jean Beckman then said, "Mom, please stop. Mandel Thompson and I are not fated to be together."

Mrs. Summer looked at Jean Beckman, "Jean, tell me what is meant by fate? What is considered to have fate? You two were childhood sweethearts, and the most precious thing is that he has only ever had his heart set on you. Isn’t that fate? Jean, he’s pursuing you now and you don’t even give him a glance; what if one day his heart really is taken by some seductress out there, you’ll be too late to regret it then."

Some things, if missed, will be missed for a lifetime.

Irrecoverable.

Jean Beckman continued, "Mom, please stop, I can handle my own matters."

With her charm, how could Mandel Thompson easily fall for someone else?

As long as she beckoned to Mandel Thompson, he would come running without hesitation. free\NovelFire.c o(m)

Jean Beckman had this much confidence.

In her view, her mother was worrying over nothing.

Seeing her like this, Mrs. Summer sighed, "Anyway, I’ve said my piece, the rest is up to you."

Jean Beckman did not want to argue with her mother any further, turning around and heading upstairs, "I’m tired, I’m going to bed."

Mrs. Summer looked at her daughter’s retreating figure with a complex expression in her eyes.

She had some regrets.

Regret that she had spoiled her daughter too much, cultivating this kind of personality.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Summer sighed.

Mr. Beckman saw his wife sighing as soon as he entered the room, and he asked in confusion, "What’s wrong?"

Mrs. Summer looked at the stairs and then said, "I always feel that we have spoiled Jean too much. We’re still able to take care of ourselves now, but she’s impatient, and even bossy. Tell me, if we grow old and can no longer take care of ourselves, how will she treat us?"

On hearing this, Mr. Beckman also looked troubled and remained silent for a long time.

He had thought that by sending his daughter abroad to study, she would gradually become more mature and responsible, but to his disappointment, after such a long time, she was still the same as before.

No progress.

Mr. Beckman wanted to say something, but the words stopped on his lips.

Forget it.

They are both over fifty years old, better not to make more trouble.

Mrs. Summer then spoke, "What about having a second child?"

"A second child?" Mr. Beckman was taken aback.

Mrs. Summer nodded, "I want a second child to avoid being neglected in our old age."

"But we’re already at this age..." Mr. Beckman hesitated.

Mrs. Summer smiled and said, "I’m only forty-eight, and you’re just fifty-three. Having a second child shouldn’t be difficult. When I’m seventy-eight, our second baby will be thirty. Nowadays, the average lifespan is eighty-five years old."

Saying this, Mrs. Summer paused and then continued, "Moreover, our living conditions are decent, raising a second child shouldn’t be a problem. You’ve seen Jean’s situation..."

They would not be able to rely on Jean in the future; instead, they might even become a nuisance she despises.

At this point, Mrs. Summer added, "Think it over."

Such matters cannot be forced.

Mr. Beckman touched his head and then said, "Give me some time."

Having a child is not like having a pet.

Actually, Mr. Beckman had thought about this issue before.

But given their ages, this idea had faded away.

He had not expected that Mrs. Summer would bring it up proactively.

Mrs. Summer nodded, "Yeah, no rush."

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The next day.

Mandel Thompson went to the entrance of Isla Astir’s neighborhood to pick her up. NovelFire

That day, Isla Astir was wearing a black wool coat, light blue jeans, carrying a black bag, simple and capable.

Full of artistic charm.

She walked straight to Mandel Thompson’s car and opened the passenger side door, "You arrived right on time."