My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1923 The Child's Name

Seeing that Jefferson was so serious about it, Britney couldn't help but ask, "What's the name?"

"Carter Hefner." Jefferson said with a smile, "Whether it's a boy or a girl, this will be the name. It'll be a name made up of both Adrienne and I's surnames."

There were many people who made names with the surnames of the parents, and Britney thought that it was a good idea. However, she thought that something was off, but she couldn't tell what the problem was.

Jefferson spread his arms and gave Britney a hug, "How are you doing lately, My Queen."

It was the first time Britney was hugged by her son, who was much taller than her. She was touched and got teary- eyed, as she said, "I'm great, I'll be great as long as you're doing fine."

In the eyes of the public, Britney was an intelligent and capable woman, and she was able to manage her husband and her son well. However, she was actually a conservative woman.

She and Albert only gave birth to Jefferson after being married for a few years, and she no longer worked ever since. Her attention was completely on her family. To her, as long as they were fine, she would be happy, and she'd feel that her life was meaningful.

"Mom, you should be like Mrs. Campbell and the others." Jefferson didn't like the idea of Britney putting all her attention on the family. He kept telling Britney to do more of the things she enjoyed, and to not worry about him and his father all the time.

The more a woman focused on her family, the more likely the man was to find women outside while taking the wife's efforts for granted.

"Be like them? You mean I should go travelling whenever I like? And buy branded stuff?" Britney laughed, "My dear son, I've done all of that when I was young. I've been to so many places around

the world, and I've never lacked branded items. A few days ago, your grandfather sent me a bunch of things too. I wanted to give some of them to Adrienne, but I knew Adrienne's temper, so I kept it all in the store room. When I get bored in the future, I'll take them out and host an auction for them. Everyone has different interests. Some people enjoy playing games, while others enjoy shopping and travelling. As for me, I enjoy taking care of all of you."

Jefferson understood that Britney's words were true, and that everyone preferred different lifestyles, so he wouldn't force Britney to spend her days how he wanted her to. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

However...as he looked back and saw Albert who was watering the plants in the garden, he couldn't help but feel frustrated. That man looked like a family man, but he was actually a horrible person.

All these years, he chose to ignore the things that Albert was doing behind their backs so that his mother wouldn't be sad. But he could no longer do so now. He said, "My Queen, you should go talk to Adrienne in the living room. I have something to discuss with Dad."

"You're finally being sensible. You and your father are both stubborn, and you don't usually talk to each other much. Nevertheless, he's your father, and I believe there has to be a solution to it." Britney poked his head and said, "Jefferson, it's not easy to be able to spend your whole life with the person you love, you have to cherish her, don't do anything that'll make her feel sad, okay?"

"I know that, Mom." His mother must've loved his father dearly back then, to choose to leave the capital city, and accompany his father to Chatterton Town for his work. All these years, she had been putting in so much effort for his father unconditionally.

Jefferson glanced at Albert once again and thought that that old man was not worthy of his mother at all.

Jefferson walked to the garden and watched as Albert watered the plants, looking as if he had not noticed Jefferson's arrival.

After a long while, Albert finally looked up, and then went back to watering the plants as he said, "Can I help you with anything?"

"You're my father after all, can't I just look for you for a chat?" Jefferson sneered.

Albert said expressionlessly, "Have you thought of me as your father all these years though?"

Jefferson was displeased with Albert, and didn't bother saying much to him. "I just wanted to make things clear with you. Adrienne is my wife, and she's the only woman I'll love in my life. If you do anything behind closed doors to ruin our relationship, don't blame me if I fight back."

"Fight back? How are you going to fight back?" Albert finally lifted his head up, and looked at Jefferson with disdain as he said, "Are you going to sever our relationship as father- son for a woman?"

Jefferson said coldly, "I don't have a father like you."

Albert questioned, "A father like me? What do you

mean by a father like me?"

Jefferson scorned, "Britney Yard is your wife and my mother, and we're the people she cares about the most. But look at what shameless things you've done behind her back all these years? Do you think that you're qualified to be her husband and the father of her child?"

Albert glared at Jefferson as he said, "I'm loyal to your mother for my whole life, and I've never thought otherwise. For the past thirty years we've been together, I've never done anything that would hurt her."

"You've never done anything that would hurt her?" Jefferson sneered, "What about the mother and daughter at Magnolia Residence? Albert Hefner, you have the guts to do it, but you don't have the

guts to admit it. This simply shows that you know that having a mistress and having a daughter with her is actually something shameful."

"What nonsense you're spouting?!" Albert was furious. He raised his arm and gave Jefferson a slap on his face. The slap was hard, and there was blood on the corners of Jefferson's mouth. Nonetheless, Jefferson laughed as he wiped the blood away, as if he didn't feel the pain. He said, "Are you mad because I exposed you?"

Albert didn't want to hit Jefferson. He thought that Jefferson would be agile enough to dodge his

slap, but not only did Jefferson not dodge, it even seemed like he was deliberately letting him slap him on the face.

Jefferson continued, "Albert Hefner, I didn't tell Mom about the disgusting things you've done behind her back not because I was afraid of you, but because I didn't want her to be sad. She had taken care of us so well over the years. If she found out that her husband had another child with his mistress long ago, she would be furious."

"Jefferson Hefner!" Albert pointed at Jefferson, and his fingers started to tremble with rage. "You're a police, you should know that you have to have evidence before you accuse anyone. Without evidence, I can sue you for slandering my reputation."

"You want evidence?" Jefferson took out his phone, and tapped on the photo gallery. He pressed into a secret file, and entered the password to access it. "Albert, since you won't admit it, I'll give you the evidence you want."

"This is the evidence. Take a good look at what you've done." Jefferson passed the phone to Albert, and then said, "You don't have to think about deleting the pictures, I have them backed up."