From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 72

One simple “Mrs. Carter” made Olivia Bennett freeze for a split second.

She parted her lips, a flicker of awkwardness painting her face.

But just a moment later, her expression shifted, as if something had suddenly dawned on her. She looked at Ethan Carter, curiosity lighting her eyes. “You never told me—do you actually like running Carter Enterprises?”

Ethan gave a thoughtful shrug. “Sure. I mean, yeah, I do.”

It was a fair answer, but clearly leaned toward liking it.

She’d asked him this a few times now, which made Ethan tip his head in amusement. “What’s up? Why do you keep asking?”

Olivia rubbed her stomach lightly. “I just worry maybe you don’t. And then you’d end up pushing our kid into it, making him learn the ropes at Carter Enterprises before he’s even out of grade school or something.”

She didn’t have grand ambitions for their child—just wanted him or her to grow up healthy and happy.

But being born a Carter, there would always be some responsibility waiting down the line.

She didn’t mind that, just… not too soon.

She’d never been a mom before, but the idea of sending a little kid with a backpack straight from the school bus into an office where even adults got overwhelmed—it tugged at her heart.

Ethan hadn’t expected her to think that far ahead, but he didn’t want to dampen her mood. “Don’t worry. I’ll only hand things over when I’m old and gray and can’t hack it anymore.”

Olivia burst out laughing. “Mr. Carter’s been working himself to the bone for so long—it wouldn’t hurt to take it easy sooner. Just, you know, not too soon.”

Ethan smiled. “Deal.”

After he spoke, Olivia grinned again. “Our kid’s not even born yet. Maybe we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves.”

Honestly, she hadn’t the faintest clue how to raise a child.

Ethan’s tone softened. “You know what they say: ‘A good parent plans for the future.’ You’re going to be a great mom.”

Olivia rested both hands on her belly. She stared straight ahead, but her eyes took on a faraway look, as if a haze had settled over their usual sparkle.

A good parent plans for the future.

She’d grown up with no memories of her own parents—no hugs, no bedtime stories, not even a single photo. She didn’t know if her parents had ever made plans for her at all.

The Carter Family Home.

When Lance Carter walked in, balancing two boxes of cupcakes, he found Adelina Lane in the kitchen, instructing the chef to make a big pot of chicken noodle soup for tomorrow’s lunch—she planned to take it somewhere.

Lance raised an eyebrow. “Where are you taking that? Didn’t Mom just get out of the hospital?”

Adelina only now realized he was home. Seeing him, she immediately thought of Ethan.

Just like his dad—so headstrong.

No doubt about it, those two were cut from the same cloth.

With a huff, Adelina brushed past him, muttering, “Mind your own business, Lance.”

Lance was left utterly confused.

Everything had seemed fine when he left this morning. What had he missed?

For a moment, he replayed every detail of the day in his mind, trying to figure out what he’d done wrong.