The Tremont Estate.Arianne slept until she naturally woke up. Mary carefully supported her as she walked downstairs.“Madam, Mr. Tremont is in the dining room, waiting to have breakfast with you. He says he’ll be accompanying you to your prenatal examination later.”Arianne felt Mary was being too careful. However, when she remembered how she had miscarried twice, she remained silent. It was better to be safe than sorry. This was no time for her to be fussy.When she sat in front of the dining table, Mark pushed a bowl of porridge in front of him toward her. “Eat it while it’s warm.”She stared at the prawns in the porridge, not having the appetite to eat at all. All the food she used to enjoy made her nauseous now. She was rather upset by this. “I… don’t feel like eating this. Plain porridge will do.”Mary was surprised. “Aren’t prawns your favorite? These prawns are fresh and have been peeled for your convenience. They’re really large as well. Plain porridge doesn’t have any nutrien
Following her nose out of the window, Arianne’s eyes wandered before veering into a halt at an Italian eatery. “I… I want lasagna!” she declared.Lasagna?! Mark was nonplussed, his mind mulling over how appropriate a dish that would be for pregnant women.The craving on her face said it all, however. He had to admit that this was better than her not eating anything. With a sigh, Mark wrapped his neck with a scarf and disembarked from the car. “Sit tight. I’ll get one for you.”Unthinkably, Arianne was at her most docile yet. She beamed at Mark with a sweet smile, “Okie-dokie!”Brian watched Mark’s towering frame disappear into a crowd made up of old people and let out a sigh. “Mr. Tremont truly treats you like a crowned jewel, Madam.”All Arianne could think about was lasagna. “Huh… what? Oh, uh, he’s alright.”Mark returned with a large-size lasagna that Arianne wolfed down within minutes — honestly, she could gobble down even larger sizes had Mark bought them.Pregnant women who were
Tiffany shot the man a questioning look before her periphery vision espied a flitting but striking silhouette: Bernadette Legrand, the twenty-nine years-old artist renowned in international art scenes. She had found this company after all!Aye tightened her hand around Tiffany’s. “Okay, calm down, Tiffany. Calm. The. Eff. Down. Now that she’s here, Mr. West will have no choice but to give you an explanation now, right? Or else, he would reeeeally cross the line —”Tiffany, however, was not one to silently bear. The fact that she had been patient up to today belied how much she loathed the entire debacle. Admittedly, she might be able to continue the role of an observer as she monitored the affair before any action, but if this woman had the audacity to appear right by their doorstep, hell was she going to play blind!With a glower, Tiffany followed them out of the door. Worried about her wellbeing, Aye sprung behind her after mustering her courage.Soon, the two arrived at the lounge o
Tiffany turned around and took off. Unlike the past, her eyes were dry this time. Her tears had run their course when she was waiting for him to come home…“—She’s not my mistress. She’s my dad’s!”Tiffany’s heavy footsteps screeched to a halt. She definitely, positively, absolutely did not expect that.She turned and faced Jackson with an expression of abject disbelief. Her first thought was that this was yet another lie, but to push his own father into the pyre would be a little too unscrupulous, even for him. That was not counting the fact that it sounded too downright ludicrous to be believed. Ironically, this meant that Jackson was telling the truth… right?“Your dad’s mistress? Why would your dad’s mistress keep grinding herself on you, huh?” Tiffany questioned skeptically. “Why do you keep visiting her in her hotel? Why wouldn’t she take a five-star hotel's breakfast buffet instead of insisting that you personally deliver breakfast to her, which, holy sh*t, you actually did as s
Jackson rubbed the side of his aching temples before grumbling, “Jesus Christ, I really think you and I aren’t exactly on the same IQ; discussing this with you is like discussing policies with a toddler. Look, I’m only telling you this to stop you before you double-back on the wrong idea; I’m not asking you to intervene. You do what you always do, and let me handle it, okay? The last thing I want is to drag you along into this sickening sh*tshow.”Tiffany rolled her eyes at him and retorted, “Gee, thanks for pointing out how dumb I am. Sure, throw up buckets on your own, but don’t ignore the fact that I’m just as sickened by this whole thing already, ok? Like, just the thought of my man currently spending money on other women makes me hurl! If Bernadette were, say, my daughter, fine; parents lavishing their children is the right thing to do. But who the eff does Bernadette think she is?! Urgh!!!“But okay, I’m not gonna tell anyone about this. You, oh-so-clever boy, better work up your
Arianne’s expression was the phrase “you serious, bruh?” coming to life.“Uh, Granny? You do know that Tiffie has a fiancé, right? And he’s not just any random guy — he’s Mark’s best friend. Besides, Tiffie isn’t that kind of person at all,” she rebutted. “Seriously, Granny, don’t you ever insinuate something like that about her character again, okay? You don’t know the depth of our relationship; Tiffie and I have a long intertwining history. There would be no me today without her.”The old woman remained obstinately cynical. “Honey, everyone wears a mask. We don’t know her true face! Besides, who cares? Being alone with your man in a room itself is a red flag!”Failing at another attempt to convince her grandmother, Arianne gave up. “Okay, fine, whatever. Why don’t you go take a stroll in the backyard or make yourself a cuppa instead of cooking up conspiracy theories about my friend, eh? I don’t want you scaring Tiffie away from visiting me in the future…”After her short-lived visit
Aye spotted Bernadette and Jackson sitting by the window when they walked in. Her expression changed instantly, “Tiffany, I think we should leave…”Tiffany shot Bernadette a look then nonchalantly strolled to find a table and sat down, “Why? I’m not doing anything wrong. They can have their dinner, we’ll have ours. It’s fine.”Tanya noticed that something wasn’t right, “Who is that woman?”“A flirtatious sl*t!” Tiffany replied, shooting Bernadette a glare, “I’ve never seen anyone more shameless in my entire life! Ignore her.”Aye looked at her admiringly, “You’re still able to muster your appetite, after this? By the way… doesn’t it feel awkward at all?”Tiffany flipped her hair, “The sl*t isn’t embarrassed. Why should I be?”Bernadette noticed Tiffany’s unfriendly gaze and smiled at Jackson as she said, “I think your fianceé has a problem with me.”“She’s not the only one,” Jackson calmly replied, “I have a problem with you too. Next time, if money is what you want, just say it. I don
Tiffany was close to having a stroke. She was no match for Bernadette. This woman was too high ranked. She had never met anyone who acted out such a shameless schtick in such an outstanding manner. That explained why Jackson, who was used to dealing with women, had no way of getting rid of her. She was too terrifying!Bernadette walked out of the bathroom and went back to her table, as usual, “I just had a chat with your fianceé. I think she’s pretty mad at me. I’ll let you off for today. Go and keep her company. I have something to attend to. Goodbye.”Jackson watched her icily as she walked away. Then, he immediately got up and walked towards Tiffany, who was shaking with anger, “F*ck. She wants a villa too! I’ll build her a gravestone instead!”Aye and Tanya were too afraid to speak. Both had no idea of the situation.Jackson wore a complicated look on his face, “I’m going back home for a while. Keep yourself out of this.”Tiffany grabbed his wrist in panic when she heard that he wa