Ella POV;
Lunch was peaceful for about ten minutes.
And then—
The war started.
"So," Jason's father said, setting down his fork. "We should start discussing which family the baby will inherit from."
I paused mid-bite.
Jason choked on his water. "Wait. What?"
My father scoffed. "What do you mean which family? The child will obviously be a Kingsley."
Jason's father narrowed his eyes. "Why would it be a Kingsley? My son is the father."
My father crossed his arms. "And my daughter is the mother. The baby should take her name."
Jason's father leaned forward. "That's not how it works. The child will be born into the King family. It should inherit our empire."
My father slammed his hand on the table. "Over my dead body."
Jason's mother sighed. "Oh, no. Here we go."
Jason muttered, "Can I be excused?"
I kicked him under the table.
He flinched. "Ow! What was that for?"
"For getting me pregnant."
"Ella, we were drugged!"
"Still your fault."
