Chapter 3Reborn, I Made My Billionaire Dad Infertile

“The doctor said you gave Maggie a concussion when you hit her with that glass. Go apologize to her properly.”

Maggie was propped up in bed with a bandage wrapped around her head, still pretending to defend me.

“James, don’t be too hard on her. I’m sure she didn’t mean to hurt me, right?”

She turned to me with a gentle smile, but the challenge in her eyes was unmistakable.

In the past, I would have taken the bait.

This time, I could play innocent even better than she could.

I looked up at Dad with tears in my eyes.

“I’m sorry, Dad. I was angry, so I threw a glass. How was I supposed to know Aunt Maggie would move right into its path?”

Dad stared at me for a moment, then laughed in disbelief. Just like that, most of his anger disappeared.

He patted my head.

“This is on me. I’ve spoiled her rotten. Maggie, don’t take it personally.”

Maggie’s expression stiffened, but she forced a smile.

“Of course not.”

As long as she and Jenna got to stay in the house, she had plenty of time to get Dad completely under her thumb.

That evening, while we were deciding where they would sleep, Jenna immediately set her sights on my bedroom upstairs.

My room was spacious and sunny, with its own bathroom and walk-in closet.

Maggie quickly stopped her.

“That’s Skyla’s room. How could you even think of taking it?”

Then she turned to Dad.

“James, Jenna isn’t used to having so much space. The guest room downstairs will be more than enough. We really don’t want to impose.”

Jenna’s eyes filled with tears, and Dad looked like he was about to give in again.

I spoke before he could.

“Dad, I think Aunt Maggie’s right. What if Jenna has nightmares because the room is too big?

“The guest room is lovely too. Once we fix it up, I’m sure Jenna will feel right at home.”

The tension in Dad’s brow eased.

“You’re right. I didn’t think of that. Since Jenna isn’t comfortable in a large room, she can stay in the guest room for now.”

Maggie’s smile vanished.

Mine appeared in its place.

Once I was back in my room, I pulled up the feed from the hidden camera I had planted in the guest room earlier.

Jenna was sobbing and throwing a fit, demanding my bedroom instead.

“Mom, didn’t you say I was going to become an heiress? Why do I still have to let Skyla walk all over me?”

Maggie’s expression darkened.

“You don’t understand anything. I’m playing the long game. That little brat really thinks she can outsmart me?”

She sneered.

“James doesn’t have a son. Once I give him one, we’ll see how long Skyla can keep acting so smug.”

With that, Maggie left the room to make Dad some tea and bring it to his study.

What she didn’t know was that I had already dosed the water in the kettle with a drug that would make him sterile.