My Babyâs Daddy Chapter 1252 Renâs recovery had extended for a few days thanks to Charlotteâs soup. He was a little glum about it, to be honest. Throughout the following week, Ruka refused to enter his room past ten at night. She even gave him a few books on meditation.
Ren did not want to scare her again either, so he decided to wait until he was fully recovered. Two days later, he heard back from Richard. The assailant had been killed just before they managed to apprehend him, so the mastermind was still unknown. He hid too well and they could not get to him yet.
Right at this moment, in a secret meeting room, a man sneered, âIf you want this to blow over, you need to ensure that I am appointed to that position, or otherwise, youâll all have to spend the rest of your lives in prison.â âWeâll do everything we can to make sure that happens, Mr. Grady.â The room was dark, and the other two people remained in the shadows, but the person they were protecting was Orson Grady.
âWe still have a chance. Thereâs that girl. Ruka Singed, right? Even if we canât get to Ren Husson, we can find a chance to move against her.â
âNo mistakes allowed this time.â
These days, Harold rarely left the house to join any of the gatherings or events. He preferred staying at home and occupying his time with his gardening and other leisurely pursuits. All of his hopes and dreams for the familyâs glory had been. placed on Renâs shoulders instead.
Ren was young and accomplished. He was well-received by the nationâs citizens .and he had a bright future ahead of him. Harold had nothing to worry about when it came to his son.
This morning, Harold stood in the garden and did his morning exercise routine. He was feeling pretty good and relaxed as he finished up his stretching when his phone started ringing. It was Trom an unknown number.
Harold rarely answered such calls, but he was in a good mood today so he decided to see who it was. âHello, whoâs this?â
âMr. Husson, you need not know who I am. Iâm just a Good Samaritan who wants to inform you of something.â Harold frowned. His voice was a lot sterner as he asked, âWho on earth are you?â
âDid you know that your son, Ren Husson, and your daughterâs goddaughter, Ruka Singed, are cohabitating?â
âWhat kind of nonsense is that? My son is a decent and righteous man. Donât bother coming up with these ridiculous claims,â Harold snapped back.
âHah. It seems like you donât know your son very well. Your son went behind your back and started living together with Ruka Singed. How can you not know about such a scandalous affair?â
âWho on earth are you? You have no grounds for questioning my sonâs character, Harold snorted.
âSomeone plans to use this against your son during the upcoming elections. You better make sure that they break off their relationship, or else, your son wonât be serving a second term as Vice President. After all, I heard that your son intends to give up on the elections for that woman! Mr. Husson, it would be a waste if a woman ends up destroying the Hussons family legacy. You should break them up at once!â
The call ended, and soon after, Harold received a text. His chest was heaving in anger. Who was the one recklessly spouting baseless rumors about his sonâs private affairs?