"And this is..." Zayden's gaze turned toward Calla at that moment.Pierre quickly introduced her. "This is my friend, Calla Sherman.""Hello, Ms. Sherman." Zayden nodded politely with a smile."Hello." Calla nodded back in greeting.Then, Zayden addressed the cafe manager and security guard. "It's all a misunderstanding. These two are my friends. Everything's fine now. You can all go back to work."The cafe manager and security guard were both servile toward Zayden. They managed to persuade the customers to return to their tables, and the crowd instantly dispersed.Pierre looked at Zayden with a puzzled expression.Zayden explained with a smile, "This cafe is owned by my family.".""That explains it! No wonder they listen to you." Pierre chuckled.At this moment, Peggy stepped forward in surprise. "You two know each other?"Zayden put his arm around Peggy's shoulders and explained, "Pierre and I grew up together. We're best friends!""Oh, I see!" Peggy seemed a bit taken aba
Zayden glanced at his gold watch and then smiled at Pierre. "Sorry, we bought tickets for the movie that starts in half an hour. Next time, let's play golf together and catch up!""Sure." Pierre nodded as he waved them off."Help yourselves to anything, it's on me." Zayden smiled at Calla, then wrapped his arm around Peggy's waist and left.Pierre chuckled as he watched them walk away. "That idiot's standards have sunk to a new low!"Calla frowned and asked, "Who is he?""My childhood friend. He studied abroad in Morvenia and comes from a wealthy family. They own many hotels and restaurants in Riverford. Your enemy has hit the jackpot this time." Pierre couldn't help but laugh at the thought."Well, she's got skills," Calla muttered, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over her."What's wrong?" Noticing Calla was unsteady on her feet, Pierre rushed to her side and supported her."It's nothing..." Calla had barely managed to assure Pierre before her eyes rolled back, and she collap
Calla gave Pierre a curt "no".Pierre hesitated after receiving that firm refusal, his words catching in his throat. "Will that man be responsible for this baby?" he managed to ask.The words brought tears to Calla's eyes, and she replied, "He has plenty of money, but he won't marry me."Pierre's eyebrows knitted together, his right hand instinctively balling into a fist. Noticing his expression, Calla told him, "This is my problem, you don't need to worry about it.""Correct me if I'm wrong, but is this child Mercer's?" Pierre's face was now very grim.Calla chose to remain silent, neither confirming nor denying it.Seeing this, Pierre knew he had guessed correctly. He suddenly stood up and paced back and forth in the hospital room. Then, he suddenly turned to Calla. "I'm going to find Mercer. He must marry you!"With that, he turned to leave.As soon as Calla realized what was happening, she forgot about her dizziness and jumped out of bed. She seized Pierre's arm as she ye
Pierre looked at Calla with a helpless expression. "I was afraid that if I moved, it would interrupt your crying," he said.Hearing this, Calla burst into laughter while wiping her tears. "Get out of here!" Calla playfully pushed Pierre."I'm relieved to see you smile." Pierre then stood up and stretched his waist and legs. "My legs were so numb just now!"Watching Pierre try his best to cheer her up, Calla's heart ached with sorrow. If she had met Pierre first, would she have fallen in love with him? Alas, the world offered no room for "what if". If it did, then worries would cease to exist.Afterward, Calla stayed in the hospital for several more days. Pierre hired a caregiver to take care of her when he wasn't around. One day, Calla was lying on the hospital bed in her patient gown as usual. Pierre had just returned from court and was sitting by the bed, peeling an apple for her. "When can I be discharged?" Calla was on the verge of losing her mind, cooped up in that ward.
At this moment, Calla felt a deep sense of unease in her heart. She knew how much Pierre cared about her, yet she was too much of a burden on him. She simply couldn't give him what he wanted.Soon after, Pierre came out of the bathroom with a paper towel wrapped around his finger."Let me see if it's serious," Calla said anxiously."It's just a little cut, nothing to worry about," Pierre replied nonchalantly.Since he was so adamant about her not inspecting the wound, Calla relented. She lowered her head and only spoke after a long pause. "I'm sorry."Hearing this, Pierre chuckled. "Why are you apologizing to me?""I'm sorry to trouble you again." Calla looked up to meet his casual gaze.After a moment of thought, Pierre said, "Calla, I'm only trying to help as a friend. Believe me, I have no other intentions. I only want to help you and the baby. I hope everything goes well with the pregnancy."Calla saw the sincerity in Pierre's eyes. She couldn't deny that he was a good man—
The next morning, Pierre picked Calla up from the hospital.Stepping into Pierre's home, Calla was truly amazed. The 1600-square-foot, three-bedroom apartment was very spacious and located in Riverford's most upscale neighborhood. The modern living room was pleasing to the eyes. The master bedroom was large, while the second was roomy. The third bedroom served as a quiet study that was walled in by books, a space that felt like a reader's sanctuary."So, what do you think? Satisfied?" Pierre asked as he watched Calla tour his home."The home of a renowned lawyer is unlike any other—simple, clean, and filled with a scholarly vibe." Calla turned and remarked with a smile."A housekeeper regularly comes over to clean. I don't have time to tidy up, you see." Pierre placed a cup of hot milk in Calla's hands.Calla looked down at the warm cup, feeling touched that he had thought of such a small detail.Pierre, however, chuckled and said, "My part-time housekeeper is very thoughtful
Pierre left for work early and returned home late every day, which gave Calla a lot more freedom.Fiona, the housekeeper Pierre hired, came by daily to clean and cook delicious meals. Calla was grateful for Pierre's help during her most difficult time.Day by day, Calla noticed a marked improvement in her health.One day, while Fiona was in the kitchen making lunch, Calla started tidying up the living room. She'd been freeloading long enough and thought to do her part of the chores.As soon as Fiona turned around and saw Calla sweeping the floor, she hurried over. Snatching the broom from Calla, she anxiously said, "Ms. Sherman, how can you be doing chores? Please sit down, sit down!"At Fiona's insistence, Calla could only sit on the couch."Fiona, I'm fine. I can still do light chores like sweeping." Calla thought Fiona was getting too worked up over nothing.Wearing a garish floral coat and gripping a broom, Fiona nervously uttered, "That won't do. Mr. Garland gave me strict
After Fiona's endless chatter, Calla returned to her room. Sitting on the soft bed, Calla felt uneasy. She had tried not to impose on Pierre, but she seemed to be causing him more trouble with each passing day. She hadn't expected him to get up so early every day to buy her fresh meat and vegetables. With his busy schedule, he was always leaving early and coming home late. She was sure he wasn't getting enough sleep.But Calla knew that even if she protested, Pierre would just smile it off and continue doing it anyway. Calla understood that she had to be compliant, ensuring she ate and slept on a regular schedule. She figured that only when she was healthy would he feel assured enough to let her leave on her own terms.A hint of bitterness crept into Calla's heart. How different things could have been if Mercer had been as kind and attentive. The three of them could have been a very happy family.Calla shook the thought out of her mind. What nonsense was she thinking? Why was