Mrs. Dawson gritted her teeth and finally forced the words out.
If it really came to it, having Old Dawson do it wasn't out of the question. They were father and son, so no one would suspect anything was wrong when the baby was born.
As for Shea's opinion?
To the old Dawson couple, it wasn't important.
In their eyes, an orphan who depended on them for her livelihood had no right to speak.
"Is that really okay?" A look of pleasant surprise crossed Mr. Dawson's face, but he remembered to control his emotions.
Mrs. Dawson rolled her eyes. "Stop pretending. I know you've been thinking about this for a long time. We'll tell our son later and have him play along.
If that little bitch refuses, just give her sleeping pills."
The process didn't matter. What mattered was that they had to have a grandson.
Otherwise, all the neighbors would laugh them to death!
