I am a master in India

Chapter 365 Arrogant
"pregnant?!"

"Yes, I haven't had my period for a month, and I've been feeling nauseous a lot lately."

Isa wasn't an ignorant little girl; she naturally knew basic physiological knowledge.

This matter also put her under a lot of pressure, and she often had difficulty falling asleep due to anxiety.

Although she received a modern education, premarital pregnancy is still considered somewhat shocking in India, where the social atmosphere is relatively conservative.

Most importantly, what is Ron's attitude? Is he prepared? What will become of her, a woman all alone?
Isa looked at him cautiously, her gaze complex, her eyes almost overflowing with anticipation.

"Let's go!" Ron waved his hand.

"Where to?" she asked instinctively.

"Go to the hospital!"

Without needing to be told, Anil jogged off to make the arrangements.

Five minutes later, Ishaan drove up to the villa and stopped in front of the villa. Ron carefully helped Isha into the car.

His nervous appearance finally put Isa at ease.

The car sped toward the best hospital in New Delhi, its horn blaring almost constantly along the way.

About half an hour later, Ron received an ultrasound report.

Sure enough, Isa was pregnant, forty-five days along.

He stared blankly at the report, expressionless.

“Ron…” Isa asked softly.

"I'm really amazing!" Ron said with some pride.

"Hey! There are so many people here!" Isha couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder.

"Isn't this a good thing? I'm going to be a dad!"

"You...you're happy?"

"Of course, aren't you happy? You're about to become a mother."

Oh dear, that joy is only now gradually welling up.

Ron had been in a daze. He knew Isha was pregnant, but his mind and emotions weren't in sync.

Now that I have the report, I finally feel at ease.

Back in Mumbai, Ron had always been careful about using protection; he didn't want to have children too early.

It was only in the last few months that I put away my umbrella and completely let myself go.

In the end, she didn't even spend five nights with Isha in total, and then she gave herself a surprise.

Of course, we should have children.

Even setting aside Hinduism and the absence of abortion traditions, Ron couldn't bear to part with his first child.

"Then... what do you plan to do?" Isha lowered her head, but her eyes kept glancing at him.

"Easy, leave it to me!" he suddenly laughed.

"Ok?"

"Is your dad... no, is our dad home right now?"

"Huh?" Isa stared in disbelief.

"What are you doing? You look surprised; you seem quite unhappy?"

“No! Ron! Of course I do! Absolutely!” She jumped up and into Ron’s arms, screaming.

"Okay, be careful, you're pregnant."

Isa clung to him, refusing to get down, burying her head tightly in his chest.

Ron patted her back gently, smiling to comfort her, but when he looked down, he noticed that Isa had tears welling up in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"That's nice." She moved her head, looking for a more comfortable position.

"Did you think I would just pack up and leave?"

Isa didn't speak, but Ron felt a slight pain in his chest; she was gently biting him.

He knew she was wronged; as a member of a traditional Hindu family, premarital pregnancy was always a taboo subject.

Not only are they accused of moral depravity, but their family reputation is also a heavy topic.

Especially in high-caste families, unmarried pregnant daughters are expelled or forced to have secret abortions.

Johnny's mother was kicked out of her home because she was pregnant with him first, and ended up giving birth on a sidewalk in Mumbai.

In places like North India where religious consciousness is strong, the probability of "honor killings" might be even higher.

While Isabella may not face such a terrible fate, the conservative Verma will certainly make her suffer.

Moreover, if word gets out, what will people in New Delhi say about her?
She's the Chief Justice's daughter; countless officials will laugh at this.

The reporters, not wanting to miss out on a good story, will definitely corner Verma and ask him if he would allow his daughter to have an abortion.

As the Chief Justice, you should at least support the Medical Termination of Pregnancy Act enacted in the 70s.

At the same time, what about the family's reputation as a high caste in Hinduism? The Manusmriti considers abortion as murder.

With the law on one side and religious precepts on the other, you can imagine the huge storm that would rage on.

As the eye of the storm, how should Isha face it?

If Ron just packs his bags and leaves, can she, all alone, hold on?
In a place like India, especially in Hindu-controlled New Delhi, Isha will probably eventually disappear.

He ruffled her hair, feeling her warmth, her heartbeat, and the arms that were tightly wrapped around him, and laughed.

“You underestimate Mr. Sue.”

"Hmm," a muffled voice came from behind.

"You haven't answered my question yet?"

"What?" She looked up in confusion.

"Is your father home?"

"Yes."

"Let's go!" He pulled her around.

Isa happily took a step forward. The sky outside was blue, and birds were chirping.

Without any delay, Ron had Ishang drive the BMW directly to the gate of the Verma mansion.

He got out of the car, took Isa's hand, and, amidst the stunned gazes of the gatekeeper, strode confidently into the courtyard. Verma hadn't arrived for work yet; he was sitting in the living room, fiddling with a watch.

This is a gift that a friend recently gave him. It's not a bribe, but just a thank you for saying a few good words to Zong Li.

This kind of gift is stress-free and you can accept it without worry.

Importantly, Verma enjoys collecting luxury watches, which is one of his few hobbies.

Having just acquired a new treasure, I naturally couldn't resist taking it out and playing with it for a while.

Work can wait until this afternoon. Look at this watch dial, it's set with diamonds!

Verma faced the doorway to the sun, carefully observing and stroking the object, its shimmering light making him itch with desire.

Suddenly a shadow blocked the light, and the diamond stopped shining.

Verma frowned and looked up.

"How come it's you?" He was stunned.

"Hello, Mr. Verma," Ron greeted with a grin.

"How did you get in?"

Verma peered outside, wondering if the gatekeeper was hiding away and slacking off again.

He paused again, then asked, "Isha?"

“Dad.” She quietly hid behind Ron.

Verma glanced at Ron, then at his daughter, and his brows slowly furrowed.

"you?"

“Isa, you go upstairs first. I have something to discuss with Mr. Verma.” Ron patted her little hand.

Seeing this action, Verma was furious.

Sure enough, his premonition came true; things were going to get bad.

"Then you two must communicate amicably." Isa's gaze swept back and forth between the two of them.

"Yes." They both nodded in unison.

"Okay." She lifted her skirt and quietly went upstairs.

Once Isabella had completely disappeared, Verma immediately launched his attack.

"You brat! Tell me, what exactly happened?" he said angrily.

“Look, you’re in a hurry again.” Ron sat down calmly.

“I’m warning you, you’d better stay away from my daughter.”

"Isha is already 22 years old. Doesn't she even have the freedom to make friends?"

"I don't care about anyone else, but you're no good!"

"Why?" Ron asked curiously.

"I'm a judge. I can tell if someone is a good person just by looking into their eyes. You can't escape my eyes, kid!"

You have a great eye for people!
"Alas, prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain."

"You don't need to tell me that."

"But we're already friends."

"What friend?"

“Boyfriend and girlfriend.” Ron shrugged.

“You!” Verma pointed at him, her finger trembling with rage. “I order you, you leave her!”

"The order is invalid. Plaintiff, please be mindful of your wording."

"Bastard!" He rushed forward, his five fingers together, already poised to slap someone.

“Wait!” Ron interrupted him, raising his hand. “Let’s talk about something else first.”

"What?" Verma was taken aback.

"They've been running rampant in Tamil for so long, it's time to end this. You should give them an order that no one should be arrested without sufficient evidence."

"Hmph, why should I?" Verma sneered.

"Based on this!" Ron slammed the ultrasound report in front of him, his face radiating arrogance!

Verma was puzzled. He picked up the report on the table and his temples started throbbing after just two glances at it.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of thoughts drifted through my mind.

Daughter, family, officialdom, public opinion, reputation.
“Mr. Verma, are you alright?” Ron asked uncertainly.

The old man's trembling appearance worried him, as he feared the stimulation might cause him to have a stroke or something.

"I'm going to kill you!" Verma grabbed a teacup from the table and was about to throw it at him.

“Isa is watching from upstairs!” Ron quickly pointed to the stairwell.

"Hmm?" He looked up.

With a whoosh, the teacup went light from Verma's hand. Before he knew it, it was gone!

Ron slowly put down his cup, giving him a slightly reproachful glance.

“Mr. Verma, this is not in the manners of the Chief Justice. We can talk things out. If the servants hear us arguing here and it gets out, that would be terrible.”

"You!" Verma wanted to punch him again, but he held back.

He was indeed angry, but Ron was right; this kind of thing must never get out.

Especially considering his identity, Verma couldn't even imagine what kind of storm it would cause.

"What do you plan to do?" He slowly calmed down.

"What else can we do? The child is important, so of course we have to give birth to him." Ron spread his hands innocently.

"Where is Isa?" Verma's anger subsided a little.

Ron's willingness to keep the child shows that he is a man of conscience.

“She naturally stayed with me. I have a place to stay in New Delhi and quite a bit of business.”

"Stop playing dumb with me! You must marry her within two months, and I'll take care of the wedding." As a judge, Verma wouldn't tolerate any evasiveness.

"Huh? So soon?" Ron was really dumbfounded this time.

(End of this chapter)