Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean)
Chapter 581

The road ahead was filled with red lights. Heather looked in annoyance at the car in front of her. The more upset someone was, the more likely they would be to run into negative situations. She was reminded of Murphy's Law-life wasn't a TV show, where the next turn would bring about a change for the better.

In reality, the next turn would often bring about even more troubling matters. She didn't have much luck today and had a feeling of misfortune in her gut. The car in front of me is definitely a new driver. Despite wanting to overtake the car, she failed to do so over several attempts. It felt as though the car in front of her was against her. In a moment of anger, she wanted to confront the person ahead. I'd never seen someone drive like this before. For her personal safety, however, she just followed slowly behind the car. Driving in the city center was always frustrating; all the cars were jam-packed together on the road with sounds of car horns blaring one after the other.

Suddenly, a thought struck Heather-she didn't want to go home anymore. She wanted to go see Myra, so she turned the car around. Since Tony was already home now, it was highly likely that Myra had also returned. Heather had to see her and gain some clarity today.

When the helper opened the door and saw Heather, an astonished look flashed across her face. She probably wasn't expecting Heather to come again since she had just been here three hours ago. "Did Mrs. Hart come home yet?" Heather got straight to the point. She was almost certain this time that Myra was inside the house.

Tony's voice suddenly sounded from within, whereupon the helper turned around with a troubled expression on her face. Heather saw Tony's face peak out slightly; he was standing right behind the helper. He was rather surprised to see Heather, but he still invited her in. Upon entering the house, Heather looked all around her but did not see Myra.

Knitting her brows together, Heather asked Tony, "Is Myra not at home?" The indifferent look on his face was slightly strange to her. According to reason, he would definitely be anxious if Myra wasn't home. "Myra went to the cemetery this morning and hasn't returned yet," Tony explained.

"Why didn't you go with her?" This wasn't like him at all. She was surprised to learn that he let Myra go to the cemetery alone while pregnant.

He gestured for her to sit down then asked the helper to prepare some light refreshments. It looked like he was going to attend to Heather.

"Myra insisted on going alone, so I couldn't follow her," he explained. It seems like Heather came with a number of questions today.

Heather didn't press on any further. Judging by Tony's demeanor, it didn't seem like he was lying. It looks like Myra really isn't at home. My predictions were wrong again this time. However, she still couldn't figure out why Myra went to the cemetery alone when she had asked Heather yesterday to go shopping with her today.

When all the pieces were put together, it looked extremely suspicious. Thus, the uneasiness Heather felt only grew more intense. She was considering whether she should bring this up to Tony, but hesitated when she remembered the amicable interaction she saw between him and Caleb earlier.

"Why are you looking for Myra?" he probed when Heather didn't respond for some time.

"Nothing. I just dropped by to see her as I was nearby." Heather made up an excuse to brush him off.

Unfortunately, the helper had reported Heather's visit to see Myra as soon as Tony came home. Thus, he could tell that she was deliberately ignoring his question.

"If you have time, you can wait for Myra here. She should be home in a bit," he said to her. Seeing how preoccupied she looked, he couldn't just let her leave.

"No need. I still have things to do. I'll come back to see Myra when I have time in the future." She refused this opportunity to see Myra as she had other plans of her own.

This time, she came and went hastily again. As she was leaving, she looked intently at the helper. The helper only brought out the refreshments when Heather was about to leave; her actions were uncannily slow.

The helper lowered her head immediately under Heather's gaze. Although she suspected that something was up with the helper, Heather couldn't keep staring blatantly at her with Tony present. "I'll see you out." Tony politely offered to send Heather off.

"Never mind. Just help me pass a message to Myra." Heather looked over at the helper deliberately while she spoke.

It looked like the helper was also keen on listening to Heather's message. She was still holding the tray of refreshments in her hand and had no intention of leaving.

Tony wanted to hear what Heather had to say, but Heather remained quiet to drag out the time while the helper stood where she was. Then, Tony observed Heather's behavior and noticed that she was casually looking at the helper. Hence, he dismissed the helper. "You're not needed here. You may go downstairs first."

Finally, Heather spoke again. "Did you notice that?" With Tony's level of intelligence, she reckoned he surely had noticed it.

"Yes. I'll deal with it." He had undoubtedly noticed something so obvious.

"How long has she been working here for?" Heather continued to converse with Tony. That person got caught in broad daylight today; it seemed like she needed more improvement in her acting skills. "Not for very long. Someone I know introduced her." He also felt like something was fishy here. Someone actually had ulterior motives toward him and had placed an informer by his side. This led him to feel exasperated.

"Be more careful, then. I'm going home now." Since she had already given him a heads-up, she believed that he would resolve this matter. The rest from this point on had nothing to do with her. "What message did you want me to pass on to Myra?" He had to remind her as she still hadn't told him yet.

"When Myra comes back, tell her to come to Langston Residence to look for me. I'll be waiting for her there." Since Heather couldn't replace Myra, she might as well try out the waiting game. "Okay," Tony answered and did not pry any further; he could perceive that much.

After seeing Heather off, he thought, Who on earth sent that helper? It was definitely someone in business. It wouldn't be my first time seeing a business person do anything to gain an advantage. Originally, the housekeeper who worked in his house was a lady he was familiar with. Not long ago, however, that lady fell ill, so this helper was brought in.

As a matter of fact, the lady was the one who recommended this helper. He didn't think this person would turn out problematic and only blamed himself for being too negligent. He should've noticed sooner and not have hastily selected someone like her for the job.

Once Heather was gone, he shifted his focus back to the housekeeper. He was watching her every move and action, so much so that it made her feel uncomfortable. Because he had never stared at her like that before, it made her feel extremely anxious.

"Ms. Wolfe, I need to have a word with you," he uttered. It was still better to act promptly on some matters.

He did not reveal anything to the helper and simply fired her on the basis of not doing her work properly. Nevertheless, the both of them knew the real reason. Therefore, the helper did not put up much of an argument either and accepted his reason in a calm manner. Toward the end, an unusual smirk even grew at the corner of her lips.

He did not want to trace back to the person who was behind the helper. He was definitely going to bring everything to light, but he did not want to alert anyone. On one hand, he wanted to warn the other party, but on the other, he didn't want to leave any traces either.

Just like he said before, as soon as he dealt with the helper, Myra came home. It pained him to see her haggard appearance as she walked into the house.

"Myra, why are you home so late?" She did indeed take a lot of time on this trip to the cemetery. It didn't make sense for her to have taken this much time, so he decided to ask casually.

"I'm a bit tired. I'm going to go upstairs and rest first." She didn't seem to have noticed the absence of the helper in the house. It looked like she was a little absent-minded.

"Heather came by twice today. By the looks of it, I think it's urgent. She wanted me to tell you that she'd be waiting for you at Langston Residence." Tony told her about Heather's visit, but her expression still remained unchanged.

"Okay." Her response was also indifferent. His keen senses led him to wonder whether a crack had formed between the both of them, and that was the reason for their abnormal behaviors.

After that, Myra went straight upstairs while Tony followed behind her. She was walking at a fast pace, which made him slightly worried, especially as she was going up the stairs, since it was very dangerous. The words had reached his mouth several times, but every time he wanted to speak, he swallowed them back down. He could only follow alongside her cautiously. Meanwhile, Myra completely overlooked him. As soon as she walked into her bedroom, she closed the door on him.

They were now separated by a door. Furrowing his brows, he thought, This had never happened before. It's past just being odd now.

Leaning against the back of the door, Myra took a deep breath. She could sense that Tony was left outside. A while later, she opened the door weakly for him and looked at him with an apologetic gaze.

He couldn't stand the look of self-blame she had in her eyes the most. This wasn't even a big deal. Not wanting to let her feel that way, he lovingly held her in his arms.

"Myra, what happened? I'm really worried about you." He didn't want to force her to tell him, but he was also worried about her.

"I need time to organize my thoughts. I still don't know how to tell you about it." She never kept anything from him before, but this happened all too suddenly this time that she needed time to process it by herself.

"No matter what, I'll always be with you." They had gone through great upheavals together. He believed that there weren't any more difficulties that could knock them down.

Burying herself in his arms, she thought of how great it was to be able to depend on him at this time.

"Why did you get off work so early today?" She spoke in a muffled voice as she stayed nestled in his embrace. He did come back from work way too early today.

"I finished discussing a collaboration project with a client early, so I came straight home." He didn't want to tell her the details, so he just gave her a simple explanation.

"I see." Her voice sounded nasally, which suddenly made him uneasy.

"What's wrong with your voice? Did you catch a cold when you went to the cemetery this morning?" He anxiously tightened his arms around her. It was dangerous for pregnant women to catch a cold.

"No. You're holding me too tight. I can't even breathe properly, much less speak," she grumbled playfully, whereupon he let her go immediately and looked at her with a guilty expression.

They smiled at each other. Today, they were both hiding something from one another. It all started with that mysterious call this morning. Indeed, some people were truly experts-in order to undermine the enemy, they would start by creating internal chaos.