Rebirth Swapped Bride: Married to a Ruthless Cursed billionaire Book2 Chapter 12: Informing Grandma Calvin about Fanny’s Pregnancy

"Grandma," Calvin sighed helplessly, turning to the elderly lady who had just walked in.

"You could’ve waited a little longer before coming in."

Why was Grandma Calvin here?

Tiffany panicked, instinctively trying to sit up.

But the mont she rembered her tear-streaked face, embarrassnt and urgency sent her burrowing back into Calvin’s arms.

She snatched the handkerchief he offered and frantically dabbed at her cheeks.

Watching her flustered movents, Calvin found her utterly adorable.

"Don’t worry, I asked Grandma to co."

Since he’d made his decision, it was only right to let his grandmother know—and to have her as a witness.

This way, Fanny would understand just how serious he was.

"You ungrateful rascal," Grandma Calvin scolded with a chuckle.

"I was so anxious on the way here I nearly kicked the driver out to take the wheel myself.

And now you’re complaining I arrived too soon?"

As she spoke, she strode toward the pair.

"Co here, my dear Fanny, co to Grandma."

Calvin had only ntioned over the phone that sothing had happened between him and Tiffany.

As for the specifics, he had kept quiet.

"Let go," Tiffany murmured, suddenly self-conscious about lingering in Calvin’s embrace.

She quickly pulled away, hurrying to Grandma Calvin’s side to steady her.

Noticing Tiffany’s reddened, tear-stained eyes, the elderly woman gently took her hand and led her to sit on the nearby sofa.

"Tell Grandma what happened," she coaxed, her voice warm but firm. "Did that rascal Calvin upset you?"

As she spoke, she shot her grandson a pointed look, her eyes brimming with unmistakable warning.

"Tell everything. I’ll make sure he answers for it."

Wait—Grandma Calvin didn’t know yet?

Surprise flickered in Tiffany’s eyes as she glanced up at Calvin.

Reading her expression, Calvin’s finely sculpted features softened with amusent.

"I haven’t told her yet," he admitted smoothly.

"I thought it’d be better to share the news in person."

Tiffany bit down hard on her lower lip, a delicate flush spreading across her fair cheeks.

Grandma Calvin observed the exchange, her confusion deepening.

This didn’t seem like the aftermath of an argunt at all.

"What’s this all about?" Grandma.

Calvin’s anxious expression made a fleeting shadow pass through Calvin’s eyes, and the smile on his face faded slightly.

"Grandma, there’s a ’third party’ between Fanny and ."

The mont Tiffany heard this, she knew Calvin was deliberately teasing the old lady.

She shot him a glare before lowering her head without a word.

A third party?

Sure enough, grandma.

Calvin was startled.

Recovering quickly, she grabbed a piece of fruit from the table and hurled it at Calvin.

"You little rascal! How dare you fight back?!"

Calvin looked exasperated but chuckled.

"Grandma, that was just self-defense, not fighting back."

"Oh, so now you’re talking back too?"

Seeing his smirk only fueled Grandma.

Calvin’s anger.

She marched over and pinched his arm hard.

"Grandma—"

Tiffany’s eyes flickered with concern, and she opened her mouth to intervene, but Mrs.

Calvin cut her off.

"Fanny, don’t you dare soften up now.

Grandma’s here to teach him a lesson!"

Realizing she couldn’t even make a dent in Calvin’s muscular arm, Grandma Calvin gave up and pinched his cheek instead.

"I warned you before, you little rascal," the elderly woman scolded, her voice sharp with exasperation.

"Once you’re with Fanny, you’d better straighten up! How dare you stir up this kind of trouble?

Are you trying to drive to an early grave?"

Tsk tsk.

No matter how formidable CEO Calvin was in the business world, at ho, he was no match for the old lady’s temper.

At the doorway, Jey and his companion exchanged glances before turning away, suppressing their laughter and pretending not to witness the scene.

"Grandma, if you’re going to hit , at least spare my face," Calvin said, gently lowering the old woman’s raised hand and holding it in his own.

His strikingly handso features were now etched with helpless amusent.

"Besides, how can you be so sure this ’third party’ is on my end?"

Grandma Calvin shot him with a withering glare.

"If it’s not you—you troublemaking brat—then who else could it be? Fanny?"

Tiffany pressed her lips together, remaining silent.

"Grandma, you guessed right," Calvin said, his lips quirking in amusent as he watched for her reaction.

"It actually is on her side." The old woman studied their expressions, her brows gradually knitting together.

A mont later, she walked back to Tiffany and sat beside her, taking her hand gently.

"Fanny, tell the truth," she said, her voice softening with concern.

"Is soone pursuing you?"

"So, there is a young man, what do he do?

How’s his appearance?

Any special talents?

What’s his family background?"

Grandma Calvin’s tone was infinitely gentler now compared to when she had been speaking to Calvin earlier.

"If everything checks out, I’d gladly let you dump that rascal Calvin—"

"Grandma, enough!"

Calvin quickly cut her off.

"You really are my *biological* grandmother!"

"Of course I am. Otherwise, why would I bother worrying about you?"

Grandma Calvin snorted and turned back to Tiffany.

"Co on, Fanny, tell all about him. I’ll help you weigh the pros and cons..."

"I—" Tiffany was at a loss for words, torn between laughter and exasperation.

She shot a pleading look at Calvin.

"Grandma, stop teasing Fanny."

Catching his wife’s silent plea, Calvin imdiately got up, walked over to Grandma Calvin, and gently guided Tiffany to sit beside him.

Grandma Calvin wasn’t the least bit surprised by her grandson’s reaction.

"It was you, you little rascal, who started teasing this old lady first."

Calvin poured a cup of freshly brewed tea and placed it in front of Grandma Calvin.

"You figured it out that quickly?"

"How could I not know what my own grandson is capable of?"

Grandma Calvin took a sip of tea, her words sharp and unsparing.

"If another man really showed up by Fanny’s side, you’d be losing your mind.

How could you sit here so calmly discussing it with ?"

She had seen him before—drowning his sorrows in alcohol, utterly defeated after Fanny had rejected him.

"Go on, what is it you want to tell ?"

Just as Calvin was about to speak, Grandma Calvin waved her hand dismissively.

"I don’t trust a word you say.

Fanny, you tell Grandma."

Under Grandma Calvin’s piercing gaze, Tiffany lowered her head and murmured softly.

"Grandma... I’m pregnant."

Grandma Calvin’s eyes widened in shock, her teacup freezing mid-air as if she couldn’t believe her ears.

"Sweetheart, Grandma’s hearing hasn’t been the best lately.

Say that again?"

Tiffany’s face flushed even deeper, and she gave Calvin’s hand a secret, nervous squeeze.

Calvin’s large, powerful hand enveloped Tiffany’s, his palm radiating warmth.

"Grandma, Fanny is pregnant," he said, his deep-set obsidian eyes fixed steadily on grandma Calvin.

His voice was low but crystal clear.

"We’re getting married."

The atmosphere in the living room instantly froze, so silent you could hear a pin drop.

*Does Grandma Calvin disapprove?*