When Calla showed no sign of giving in, Carol pleaded with her. "Do it for me. I can't stand watching you two sisters turn against each other."Hearing her mother's words, Calla's heart softened, and she couldn't bear to refuse.She could only give a half-hearted response. "Mom, I understand. Don't worry."She could only promise verbally for the time being; she'd have to deal with the rest as it came."Good." Carol was overjoyed to hear Calla agree.Then, under everyone's gaze, Calla got into the passenger seat, and the Range Rover started its engine.Calla waved to Carol, then the car turned and drove off.As Carol turned to leave, Becky quickly ran over, eager to ingratiate herself. "Carol, is that your son-in-law?"Carol glanced at Becky and nodded. "Yes." "He's such a handsome and talented man, plus his manners are impeccable. He seems like someone from the upper class. That car must cost over a million dollars, right? Calla is so lucky to have found such a good man!" Be
Soon, Pierre drove into his neighborhood.A smirk twisted Pierre's lips as he watched Calla's surprised expression. She sensed something amiss but couldn't bring herself to ask.After they got out of the car, Pierre carried Calla's luggage while Fiona held Clover. Calla carried her personal items as they made their way to Pierre's floor. Exiting the elevator, Calla frowned as she took in the familiar sight of Pierre's front door. "Isn't this still just your place? You're trying to fool me."Despite her reluctance, Calla and Clover were now without a home. If Pierre demanded she move in, she had no grounds to refuse. She was broke and had nowhere else to go. It was the lowest point she'd ever been in her life.Hearing her question, Pierre smiled before turning to face the door of the apartment across from his. Calla watched in confusion as he reached into his pocket, retrieved a key, and unlocked the door to the opposite apartment."What is this?" Calla hadn't expected him to o
"How did you know I wouldn't stay long at my mom's place?" Calla was stunned. How did he seem to know everything?Pierre smiled faintly and said, "With your mom's traditional values, she'd never accept you having a child out of wedlock. You and Clover wouldn't be happy living there."Hearing this, Calla turned and sat on a nearby chair.She couldn't deny that Pierre was right. Now that she had a child, it was indeed inconvenient to continue living with Carol. And then there was Zoey. Even though she didn't come back often, she would still return occasionally. It felt like Calla had to distance herself from that home."Alright, stop worrying your head off. Make yourself at home here. Since we're living right across from each other, I can help you out if you need anything." Pierre reasoned with her.Calla looked around the house and then, frowning, politely declined. "Pierre, I appreciate your kindness, but I can't stay here.""Why? Are you not satisfied with the house?" Pierre's
From that day on, Calla settled comfortably into the apartment across from Pierre's. Pierre had asked Fiona to come clean for Calla every day, but Calla had turned down the offer. She believed she was already too indebted to Pierre to accept any more favors.Every day, Calla cleaned the house, cooked, and did the laundry with Clover by her side. Occasionally, she would prepare something delicious and invite Pierre over to eat. Life suddenly became easy and joyful—at least in spirit. She no longer had to worry about Carol and Zoey or fret over Carol feeling upset by all the gossip. Though her days were physically demanding, she and Clover were incredibly happy. Clover grew in the blink of an eye, transforming into a chubby, lovable little bundle of joy.Pierre also doted on Clover, often buying her clothes, baby food, and toys. Calla knew these were all expensive imported goods. But Calla felt obliged to accept them since they were gifts from Clover's godfather. When Clover tu
Though Clover was only six months old, she seemed to understand their conversation. Knowing that she was being denied her milk, she cried even louder than before.Pierre frowned and growled, "Clover is only six months old. Why would you deprive her of milk? You're out of your mind! Are you even her mother? How can you be so cruel and deprive a baby of milk?Calla, at that moment, looked down at Clover nestled in her arms, squirming toward her chest. Her heart softened, and with Pierre's reproach, she couldn't help but tear up. In the end, Calla couldn't bear to deny Clover milk, so she began to unbutton her shirt.When Pierre noticed Calla preparing to nurse, he discreetly turned away and moved to the living room's expansive window. There, he stood, gazing at the twinkling city lights.Tears welled up in Calla's eyes as she looked at Clover nestled in her arms, happily nursing.Watching Clover blissfully feed in her arms, Calla's tears started to fall.It had been a day since Cal
When Pierre saw how dejected and sad Calla looked, he frowned. The accusing look in his eyes faded, replaced by pity and concern.After pondering for a moment, Pierre said, "Finding a job is not a problem with your CPA certificate. Many companies need someone with your qualifications. As it happens, a friend's company is hiring. I could introduce you. "His company is a start-up, so there isn't a lot of accounting work. The salary and benefits might not be high, but it suits you. There's a two-hour lunch break, so you can return to feed Clover. This way, you can continue working without having to wean Clover. What do you think?"Calla's eyes sparkled at Pierre's suggestion, but she hesitated. She looked at him, uncertain. "Does your friend really need an accountant? I don't want them to pay me a salary because they feel obligated to you. I don't want you to owe anyone such a big favor."She had already put him through enough. She couldn't cause him any more trouble.Pierre chuckle
One early evening, around the time people got off work, Calla hurried out of a tall building, dressed in a black cashmere coat. She had a leather bag slung over her shoulder and five or six packages in her arms. Holding a stack of courier slips, she rushed to the courier company across the street.She had to get these packages sent out right away. Then, she needed to rush home to feed Clover, who was surely waiting anxiously.Amidst the chaos, the traffic light ahead turned red for pedestrians. Calla glanced up and saw that this red light would last 95 seconds. It was rush hour, and the traffic was heavy. Though anxious, she had no choice but to stand there, waiting for the light to turn green.At the same time, inside a cafe by the street, soft music floated through the air. The cafe was quite empty at this hour, with only a few people inside. Sitting by the window was a man in a black suit, his head tilted slightly. A mere few feet away, a crosswalk captured his dark, unfathomable
Half an hour later, Mercer was already seated in the back of the car with Simon driving.Night had already fallen, but the streets were still bustling with traffic. The inside of the car was dimly lit, with only bits of light filtering in from the outside.The car had been moving alongside a bus, neither overtaking it nor falling behind. Even though the car behind them was honking impatiently, it was to no avail. The luxurious Mercedes continued to keep pace with the public bus.Mercer's eyes remained fixed on a figure sitting by the window on the bus. The person seemed a little drowsy with her eyes half closed, resting in her seat. Mercer's gaze stayed locked on her, unable to pull away, even though he couldn't see her clearly.Recently, if he didn't have anything urgent to do, he would wait at the cafe below Calla's office after work. He would also occasionally have Simon follow her bus, trailing her all the way home. Mercer would wait until she disappeared into her buildin