Chapter 408: Chapter 408

Chapter 408:

“How will others perceive you if they find out about this?” Eileen continued, probing deeper. She had encountered men who handed their earnings to their wives, but she had never known a man who relinquished everything he owned—property, shares—all in her name. How would he stand in the business community in the future?

“The way they see me will depend on how powerful your position in the market is. If you’re influential, who would dare to look down on me?” Bryan countered, his confidence unshaken by the implications.

He turned to face Eileen, their eyes locking. “Gabriela has taken your last name, so it makes sense for you to be the breadwinner while I manage our home life. To put it nicely, I’m a full-time dad. In other words, I’m a trophy husband.”

Eileen was left speechless.

“Although my family is bound by tradition, none of our rules specifically forbid me from being a stay-at-home husband. This won’t stop me from inheriting the Dawson legacy; in fact, it will be you securing the Dawson heritage on my behalf,” Bryan explained, settling back comfortably in the passenger seat, basking in the streaming sunlight. He seemed utterly at ease, almost envisioning a future of gardening, fishkeeping, and homemaking with Gabriela.

Eileen searched for a counterargument but couldn’t find one immediately.

However, Bryan interrupted her thoughts with a practical point. “Apex Group is under your name. So, regardless of whether Brandon succeeds or fails, he can’t lay a claim on Apex Group.”

Eileen understood this was merely a convenient justification. Deep down, Bryan was preparing to embrace a life as a husband who depended on his wife for financial support.

Your next chapter is here gαℓησνℯ𝓁s․com She wondered how Stella would react if she knew—could she accept such a reversal of traditional roles?

Their arrival at the hospital interrupted their conversation. Eileen stepped out to attend her scheduled check-up. After more than an hour, the appointment concluded, and they headed home, stopping en route to pick up Ruby, who had been shopping for Gabriela.

“Look at this little skirt for Gabriela for when it gets colder. She’ll be six months by then, and she’ll look adorable in it!” Ruby gushed, showing off her purchases in the car. “And this outfit is for next summer. By then, Gabriela will be walking—it’s perfect.”

Ruby had enthusiastically prepared for Gabriela’s future needs, with her purchases spanning well into the next year. Eileen responded here and there, the mood in the car light and cheerful.

As they pulled into the villa district, Eileen noticed a familiar car parked on the roadside but thought little of it. They entered the house, their spirits high with their new acquisitions. Eileen slipped off her shoes and called out affectionately, “Gabriela, Mommy’s back!”

However, her warm greeting faltered when she saw Zola sitting on the sofa, their eyes locking unexpectedly.

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