He Refused to Marry His Pregnant Girlfriend. His Mother Backed Him, but His Father Stood Up for the Unborn Child.

He refused to marry his pregnant girlfriend. His mother backed him, but his father defended the unborn child.
“Dad, there’s something I need to tell you,” said Oliver, barely stepping through the door. “My neighbour, Lily… she’s pregnant. It’s mine.”
Victor, his father, stilled for a heartbeat before speaking calmly.
“Then marry her.”
“What? I’m too young. This isnt the time for a familywe barely even dated!”
“Seriously?” Victor scoffed, bitterness sharp in his voice. “So you were man enough to chase after girls, but when it comes to facing the consequences, you turn into a child? Fine.” Without another word, he raised his voice. “Margaret! Come here!”
Margaret walked into the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron.
“What’s happened?”
“Listen. Our sons got a girl pregnant and wont take responsibility. Lily, the neighbours daughter. Shes carrying his child, and hes hiding like a rat.”
Margaret didnt even flinch. Her face hardened.
“And good for him. Why should we bring some stray girl into this house? These girls are slythey find a man with money, spread their legs, then come crying for marriage! And whos to say its even his? He should get a test. Besides, we cant force Oliverhes still young. Hes a man, it was hard to resist. But we arent obliged to raise another mans child.”
Victor sighed deeply, speaking low.
“And what if it *is* his?”
“So what? Should we foot the bill? Tell him to get the tests done, then well see.”
She turned and walked out, leaving Victor alone with his son.
“Listen,” he began, voice rough. “I was young once too. I loved someone else, but I married your mother. Not for lovefor duty. Because being a man isnt just about passion. Its about choices and consequences. She was pregnant. I didnt know if I could be with her, but I knew one thingthe child was innocent. My blood, my conscience. And Oliver… I never regretted staying.”
Three months passed. The DNA test confirmed it99.9% probability. Oliver was the father.
“So what?” Margaret laughed when Victor laid the paper before her. “Yes, hes the father. That doesnt mean Lily steps foot in this house! I wont have it!”
Oliver stood silent, staring at his hands. His face betrayed his choicehed sided with his mother. His fists clenched, but not a word passed his lips.
Victor rose slowly from the table.
“If the two of you have decided, now listen to me.”
His voice was quiet, but it cut like steel.
“As long as I live, my grandchild will want for nothing. I have land. Ill build a house. And hemy grandsonwill inherit everything Ive worked for. But you two? You get nothing. I wont be part of this shame. Oliver, from today, you are no longer my son. Everything I have goes to the child. Not a penny for you.”
Margaret erupted.
“Have you lost your mind? Youd cut off your own son?”
Victor didnt answer. He turned and walked away, ignoring her shrieks and curses. Oliver stood frozen, unable to believe what hed just heard. But he knew one thingwhen Victor spoke, he meant it.