After marrying my boss (Anna)
Chapter 353

Chapter 353

My long speech rendered Josephine speechless. She could only widen her eyes and tremble in rage.

“Anna Garcia! How could you not listen to your mother-in-law? The Shaw family shouldn't haveaccepted you in!” Josephine pointed at me and accused me.

Her eyes were burning with flames as she glared at me.

“Mom, it's not that I don't want to listen to you. Don't you think that you have crossed the line with yourrequest? This child belongs to Michael and me, and you have no right to ask for it to be checked. Iknow you want a grandson, but what if it's a baby girl? Are you planning to force me to abort it?”

Naturally, I feared for my baby as I did not know the rich families way of thinking. I was scared that ifthe baby was a girl, she might not be able to come to this world safely.

“If it's a girl, she will not be the heir to the Shaw family's asset. Anna, if you want to stay in the Shawfamily, you have to give birth to a son. If it's a girl, I want you to leave the Shaw family!” Josephinefumed.

Her attitude was firm. She wanted a grandson no matter what.

“I will not leave Michael. Even if the baby is a girl, Michael will love her dearly too.”

I stood up and fearlessly returned her stare as I was determined to stand my ground. No matter whatJosephine said or did, I would protect my child with all I had. I swore not to let others bully my child.

“Then let's wait and see!”

After throwing those words at me angrily, Josephine turned and left without giving me another look.

The living room became quiet without Josephine's voice, and the silence irritated me. Josephine wasgetting outrageous. I couldn't believe that she tried to dictate the gender of my baby.

“Mrs. Shaw, you shouldn't challenge Madam Josephine. She won't let this down easily.”

Suddenly, a housekeeper, who was standing behind me, spoke in a timid voice.

I frowned slightly and turned to face her. My tone was unfriendly as I shot back at her, “I'm notchallenging her. I'm just trying to protect my child. Moreover, based on what she had said, does thatmean that if I give birth to a girl, then the child will have no right to be part of the Shaw family?”

Until now, my heart was still heavy from Josephine's outrageous demand. Whenever I thought about it,I tried to convince myself that Michael would disagree with his mother.

After a quick sigh, the housekeeper looked at me and responded, “I know what you mean, but all richfamilies want an heir. Mrs. Shaw, you should be careful of what you say. Aristocratic families have adifferent way of thinking. Don't get yourself hurt.”

Though I understood her words, I didn't understand the meaning behind those words. When I saw theworried expression on the housekeeper's face, I replied unconcernedly, “Don't worry. I believe that thelove Michael and I share can help us through everything.”

I no longer cared what others thought of me or how they looked at me. My only concern was being with

Michael. Currently, my baby and Michael were the only things that mattered most to me.

After hearing my declaration, the housekeeper merely shook her head and left to do her work.

Later that day, when Michael returned home, I had all his favorite dishes ready. I didn't tell him aboutJosephine's visit because I didn't want to ruin his good mood or trouble him with more problems. Afterall, he was tired after a whole day of work.

The next day was a Saturday, and Michael informed me that he would accompany me for the check-up.Deep inside my heart, I knew that he was worried about my safety, and he wanted to guard me againstRonan.

After a series of examinations, the doctor informed us that the baby was healthy and fully developed.On the way home, as I stared at the ultrasound image, I couldn't help but think of Josephine's demandfrom the day before.

Though I knew well that Michael didn't have a preference over the gender of the child, I couldn't helpbut want to ask him about it. I was determined to hear the answer from his mouth.

I lifted my head so I could stare into Michael's eyes and asked, “Michael, can I ask you something?”

“What is it?” Michael replied.

His gaze was locked on the road as he was driving.

“D-Do you want a baby boy or a baby girl?”

My eyes were still glued on Michael as I asked the question. While waiting for his answer, my heartraced from my nerves. I feared that he would give the same answer as his mother, and I doubted that Icould take such an answer with ease.

“Why would you ask me such a question out of the blue?”

Michael was briefly stunned when he heard my question. He then curved the corners of his mouth andformed a faint smile.

“Just answer my question!” I pressed on unhappily when I didn't get the answer I was hoping for.

Michael slowed the car down, turned to look at me, and announced seriously, “As long as the baby isyours, I don't mind if it's a boy or a girl.”

After getting the answer I was hoping for, I instantly felt the weight lift off of me. I was glad that Michaeldidn't share the same sentiment as his mother.

“You haven't answered me why you asked such a question. Did something happen?” Michael askedafter answering.

As I stared into Michael's questioning eyes, I didn't know how to reply to him. I didn't have the heart totell him that his mother had come looking for me and demanded a gender check. I was afraid that itwould seem like I was criticizing his mother if I were to tell him.

“Nothing happened. I'm just curious. The doctor said the baby is fully developed, so I wanted to knowwhat you think about it.” My reply was not a lie. I, indeed, wanted to know about his thought on thebaby's gender.

Michael didn't question my answer. He merely smiled at me softly and reassured me in a gentle voice,“The gender is not important. The most important thing is that this child is ours.”

Michael kept one of his hands on the steering wheel and reached out to grab my hand with the other.As I felt the warmth of his hand, my heart trembled, and instantly, happiness filled me.

I only cared about Michael's feelings. As long as he paid no attention to the gender of our child, others'thoughts would not be an issue. However, if he shared the same belief as his mother, it was aguarantee that I would be disappointed.

Unfortunately, the happiness didn't last. Josephine called two days later to invite us to dinner at theShaw residence. Though I was reluctant to see her, I missed Lincoln and Andy as the two of them werenice to me. Since I had not seen them in a while, I felt obliged to attend the dinner.

Hence, when Michael asked for permission, I nodded in agreement after a moment of silence.

Later that night, when I arrived at the Shaw residence with Michael, it was already late and almostdinner time.