Chapter 93. If Not for Me

"Indeed, there is, my dear. Don't let momentary anger cloud your sense of judgment. I believe you are a sensible woman who knows what is right for her. You two should have a good talk devoid of any excessive emotions. You will be better for it." Mrs. Babalola said before she hugged her, "I am happy that it is you, my dear. I can't wait to properly welcome you to the family." Then she reduced her voice to a whisper: "He wouldn't lie about such a thing, my dear. I am not just saying this because he is my son, but because I am a woman, and I know what your uncertainties are about, but you have to talk them out for you to know what can work for you. Don't let your fears override your good sense. Don't run away, my dear. Work it out. Make it work for you and never stop putting yourself first." She drew back and looked at her. "Tell me one thing at least."

"What is that?" Marissa asked anxiously.

"Do you at least like him? My son, I mean. Do you like him, with or without the preg