Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 303

"... Yeah" Wendy stuttered.

Charlie's pupils contracted slightly and his eyes became sharp. "Then why do you call my aunt so intimately?"

"She asks me to call her like that..." Wendy didn't dare to meet his eyes. She looked down at his leather shoes against the door, and the light reflected on its surface. "I used to work in a private company. At that time, the company I worked for was merged by Ms. Hogg and she became the new boss, so I followed her on an official business trip once. Maybe it's because we get along well, she has always been kind to me..."

What Wendy said was all true, she's just avoiding the important and dwelling the trivial.

"Really?" Charlie frowned.

"Yes..." Wendy swallowed her saliva.

Charlie's deep gaze was fixed on her like a secure lock.

Wendy's eyelashes hung down, just letting him look around. Her face was kept as natural as possible, with only the hand clenched quietly behind her back.

There was a sound coming from inside. It seemed that Emily had heard something from the entrance and opened her bedroom door, poked her head out and took a look. When she saw that Charlie was also there, she quickly retreated like a tortoise.

Wendy took the opportunity to say, "It's getting late. I'm going inside..."

Charlie was silent for two seconds before he withdrew his right shoe.

The security door closed in his sight. He put his hands in his pockets and turned to the elevator.

Coming out of the apartment building, Donna, who said she wanted to walk around and got some fresh air because she's had too much wine and had a headache, was slouching back in her seat with an iPad playing a noisy in-law drama.

Donna was so absorbed in it and was stunned when she heard the sound of the door opening.

When she turned her head and saw her nephew sitting in, she asked in surprise, "Why are you coming down so soon?"

"Mm." Charlie's lips twitched.

"Wendy went upstairs? Did you see her enter the door with your own eyes? Didn't I say I was not in a hurry?" Donna sat up straight and looked at the apartment building, feeling resentful towards Charlie for failing to meet expectations.

"She said she wanted to sleep," Charlie said in a quiet voice.

He then glanced at the iPad in her hand and asked casually, "What kind of TV play? You watch it in the car?"

"It's none of your business!" Donna angrily put the iPad on the back of the chair in front of her. Charlie looked at her sudden change of expression and frowned. "Aunt, are you on menopause?"

"Says who!" Donna glared at him and shouted angrily, "You dare to say that again! I am on menopause? You want me to hit you? You think I'm too old to do it, don't you?"

"I'm just kidding." Charlie had no choice but to give her a break.

Donna snorted coldly, and couldn't stand the look of him. She asked the driver in front of her to stop the car. "Sit in the front, I don't wanna see you!"

The next day was a weekend off, and the afternoon sun was very bright.

When Emily came out of the bedroom with a yawn, she saw Wendy coming out from the opposite room, like she's going out.

"What time is it?"

"It's almost three o'clock!"

Hearing this, Emily was shocked. She looked at the clock on the wall and said, "Ah? It's already at this time. I can't believe I slept for so long!"

Wendy knew that the drowsiness got worse when she got pregnant. She wanted to ask how Emily felt these days, but only saw Emily rush into the bathroom with mouth covered, and a retching sound came. Wendy ran to the kitchen to pour a cup of warm water and followed Emily into the bathroom. Inside, Emily was vomiting uncontrollably.

Wendy couldn't do anything. When she was pregnant, these reactions were not very strong. Now when she thought about it, she was glad that her baby didn't torture her too much. But then when she thought of the bloody dead baby, her hands and feet suddenly became cold.

"Emily, how are you feeling?" Wendy asked as she passed the water to Emily.

"Ah, still alive!" Emily sat down on the toilet bowl and drank half a glass of water. She panted and said, "Wendy, I'm telling you, being pregnant is the one thing I never want to do again!"

"..." Wendy didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

She helped Emily on the sofa in the living room, and couldn't help but ask, "Emily, aren't you going to let Dr. Chin know about your pregnancy?"

"Yes!" Emily's answer was direct. It was obvious that she had already planned it.

"But..." Wendy frowned.

"We've already divorced. From now on, we'll be on our separate paths. I don't want to use my children to tie him up or drag him down!" After saying this, Emily's expression became dispirited and her voice trembled uncontrollably. "Besides, what if he doesn't want to keep this baby?"

Wendy fell silent after hearing that.

She always felt that Simon wouldn't do that, especially when she thought of Simon who wore a white coat. As a doctor, it was impossible for him to be so cruel to give up his own child, besides, it's theirs. Emily didn't want to talk about it anymore. She asked Wendy, "Stop talking about me. Are you going out? Where are you going?"

"I bumped into Yolanda last night when I was having dinner..."

Wendy recounted what had happened, Emily was also very surprised. "Are you sure it's her?"

"Yes!" She nodded.

"Oh my god, that's great!" Emily was so excited that she patted her thigh. "That means that God is watching, and that good and evil will be repaid, not that they won't be repaid, but it's not time yet! Is it the western restaurant opposite Palace of Friendship? I must go and see it with my own eyes some other day!"

Wendy pursed her lips and said, "I don't know what's going on, so I'm going back to the Urn's house..." Half an hour later, she sat in a taxi.

Looking at the private road passing by on both sides, there were not many changes in the past four years.

After Wendy went abroad, she seldom contacted the Lim family and only made a brief phone call to Johnny during special holidays. It's just that father and daughter don't have much to say to each other, and she didn't tell her father this time when she returned home.

The taxi stopped in front of a villa. After getting the change, she got out of the car.

Just like every time, after taking a deep breath, Wendy walked through the yard to the villa.

For some reason, she felt that it's kind of quiet in here. After she entered the door, only an elderly nanny came out. The nanny was not familiar with her. After being properly briefed, the nanny told her that the old master was reading newspapers in the living room.

As Wendy walked in, she was looking around.

She finally understood why she felt it's kind of quiet here. There were no servants in the villa except for the nanny, not to mention Helen Lee, who always pretended to be superior.

When Wendy entered the living room, she saw Johnny sitting on the sofa.

There was a newspaper in his hand, with a pair of presbyopic glasses hanging on his nose. He looked ten years older, with white hair all over his temples.

After the nanny told him, he looked over and was surprised for a long time before he remembered to ask her to sit down.

Four years of not seeing each other made the already not very close father and daughter seemed a bit awkward. After a few simple conversations, Wendy said that she met Yolanda, who worked as a waitress in a restaurant. Even if Yolanda wanted to work, Yolanda should at least go to the Linn's Group.

When Johnny heard her mention the Lim's Group, he sighed and said, "The Lim's Group has already fallen."