Here is an alternate Part 2:
"What could possibly be worth £250,000 to you?"
I studied his face for signs of deception or unease.
His gaze remained direct, piercing.

"I need you to stand in my place...for one night...don't, worry," his soft voice cajoled, "there is no physical danger to you, only gain."

I shifted in my seat then dragged my eyes away from his gold-flecked gray eyes.

His stare unsettled me as my mind raced through just how much that money could help my mother and ease her suffering with a rare blood disorder.

Experimental treatment in Sweden promised remarkable results. A picture of my petite mother suffering daily to care for herself and my father flashed before me. This money could give her her life back. My heart thumped against my chest. I turned my attention back to the stranger.

"This is totally above board?"

He nodded slowly,"I would not put you at risk. I know that you care for your ailing mother."

I froze momentarily on the bench as the words registered. Leaping to my feet, the park bench wobbled. My hands were shaking as I snatched my battered suitcase.

"Excuse me, sir, but I'm not interested. Stay out of my life. I never want to see your face again and leave my family alone!"
His hand shot out and touched my arm.
"Matthew, please hear me out. Your mother is safe. Accept my proposition and she will be well again, too. I have chosen you with infinite care. I had to be sure of my choice. No ordinary man can father my only heir."