Hearing this, Calla finally understood what Winona meant. It made sense; Pierre now came over almost every weekend, bringing lots of delicious food and drinks. According to Penny, Pierre used to only visit once a month. It was no wonder Winona had considered the possibility."Madam Winona, you misunderstood." Calla quickly explained, "Pierre and I are just friends. I'm going through a tough time right now, and Pierre, being the kind person he is, brought me here to stay with you."Winona let out a long sigh. "I knew that boy wasn't lucky enough to have you. Our family must not have Lady Luck by our side.""Pierre is an outstanding man." Calla quickly assured her, "He'll definitely find a wife who's perfect for him!"Winona glanced at Calla. "What's the use of being outstanding? You know Wanda, don't you? She's always abroad painting those worthless pictures. They say one of her paintings even won some international awards. Still, she's never around. I'm glad Pierre broke up with he
Hearing the call, Calla stepped out of the house and into the courtyard."Grandma, I'm here!" Pierre happily called out as he handed the bags he was carrying to Penny.Winona glanced at Calla, who had just walked out of the house, and remarked with a teasing smile, "I've been living here for so many years, and I've never seen you visit this often. Looks like I'm benefiting from someone's company now."Calla's face turned red at Winona's playful comment.Pierre, however, hugged Winona's shoulders and coaxed her. "Grandma, I'm not too busy these days. The few cases I was handling have all wrapped up, and honestly, I'm a bit exhausted. "I've been running at full throttle for years, but recently I've been handing off cases to the lawyers who work under me. I'm not going to push myself so hard anymore. I'll be able to visit you more often!""That's more like it. Come on, join me for yoga. There's an old man who's always trying to challenge me; I need to show him who's boss!" Winona's
Seeing the mysterious look in Pierre's eyes, Calla couldn't help but ask, "What is it?""It's about your old nemesis." Pierre's smile widened."Peggy?" Calla raised a curious eyebrow.Pierre nodded in response. "Zayden finally broke up with her after he found out about her past.""Weren't they supposed to get married because of the baby? What about the child?" Calla frowned.Though Calla had suspected that the truth about Peggy would eventually be revealed, she knew that Peggy was pregnant and that the Yule family would have an opinion about the unborn child."There's no baby—the pregnancy was fake," Pierre replied."Fake?" Calla was beyond shocked. She thought for a moment and then asked, "How could it be fake? We ran into them at the hospital that day, didn't we? Peggy was there for a check-up. Could a doctor have conspired with her to fake the reports?"Calla knew Peggy was capable of underhanded tricks, but to involve a doctor in such a scheme seemed far-fetched. Even setti
Glancing at Pierre, Calla knew he was intentionally holding back. She casually remarked, "If you really want to talk, I'm open to listening."When Pierre heard this, he kicked the ground, and the rocking chair abruptly stopped. He sat up quickly, grinning at Calla. "I knew you wanted to hear it!""Then stop beating around the bush," Calla snapped, giving him an annoyed look.Pierre then enthusiastically began to describe the situation. "Peggy went through a lot of trouble to snag Zayden. With the prize so close, she wasn't about to let it go easily. "She tried every trick in the book to corner Zayden—crying, kneeling, threatening to hang herself, cutting her wrists—the works. She made Zayden feel like he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.""I don't doubt that's something she'd do." Calla nodded. Peggy was definitely capable of those things. She likely learned all these tactics from Jill, who was rumored to have used the same methods on Rudy back in the day. No wonder Caro
As Calla looked up again, she saw Pierre coming back into the courtyard with even more bags. He was heading straight toward her bedroom. Seeing this, Calla quickly went to open the door for him.Pierre was wearing a gray casual down jacket. As soon as he stepped inside, a cool breeze followed him in."Look what I brought you!" Pierre announced excitedly. He placed the bags on the couch."What is it?" Calla curiously walked over.When she glanced down at the bags, she was taken aback. They were filled with things like baby bottles, infant pillows, diapers, baby capes, and more. Pierre had brought with him baby essentials, and the collection was extensive.Seeing these items stirred something deep within Calla. She reached out and picked up a baby bottle, carefully examining it, while her emotions churned like a turbulent sea.She had thought about preparing these things herself, but since she was only seven months pregnant, she believed there was still time. She had planned to ask
Winona touched Calla's belly and asked kindly, "How long until your due date?""About a month," Calla replied.Looking down at her belly, Calla smiled happily. This little one inside her was very active, especially at night. The baby wouldn't go to sleep without kicking her a few times.Hearing this, Winona nodded, then turned and walked to the wardrobe. She opened it and pulled out a large bag of clothes.Calla watched in surprise as Winona placed the bag on the bed. Winona then sat on the edge of the bed and slowly began to unwrap it.Calla's eyes lit up when she saw the colorful cartoon fabric inside the bag. The bright colors and familiar cartoon characters were designs that children loved."This is..." Calla slowly walked over.Winona looked up and smiled. "My eyes aren't what they used to be, but I spent a few nights making these small quilts. They may not be as perfect as the ones I made when I was younger, but I hope they'll do."Calla was overwhelmed with gratitude. Sh
The black car appeared out of nowhere so suddenly that Calla's heart was racing like crazy.When she saw that the black car was a Bentley, her legs went weak. Mercer's car was also a Bentley, identical to this one. Although she couldn't see the license plate, she had a strong feeling that this was Mercer's car.This area was nothing if not remote and desolate. Forget Bentleys, even regular cars were rarely seen here. He must have found her.The next moment, the rear door opened, and a tall man in a long black coat stepped out. He was like a glacier amid a summer meadow, his coldness seeping into the air as he strode forward.Seeing Mercer, Calla's mind went blank, and she could almost hear the sound of her racing heartbeats. His gaze was unusually complex, and he looked haggard with stubble on his jaw.Calla had no time to think. She instinctively turned to run away. She was about to give birth and couldn't let herself fall into his hands. She didn't know exactly what he wanted,
Calla's resistance melted away when she heard Mercer's warning. After all, she was now over eight months pregnant, and she couldn't risk any harm coming to her baby.Seeing that Calla had stopped moving, Mercer instructed Simon in front, "Drive!"At Mercer's command, Simon started the engine, and the car turned around. They headed back in the direction they had originally come from.The journey was smooth and quick. Calla looked out the window and knew they were heading back to Riverford.Then, she withdrew her gaze, thinking to herself, "What kind of game is Mercer playing? What does he want?"With Mercer's influence, he could have found her long ago if he wanted to. It wouldn't have taken him this long.So, during these past few months, did he avoid coming to find her? But why was he here now? And why did he abduct her? What did he want to do? Calla simply couldn't figure it out.Ultimately, Calla concluded that he must be after her baby, so she questioned him, "Mercer, look m