The Woman From Hell
Chapter 164

Chapter 164

"Alright. You head over there first, I'll come to accompany you once I've wrapped up matters here." Itook a card out of my purse and handed it to her." Treat yourself properly once you get there, andthe same goes for the child in your womb too."

"I've still got some money with me. Keep your card."

"Don't bother with niceties when it comes to me. Do you think I don't know how much money youhave left? Didn't we agree to stay together? I should pay for my share of the house as well. Take it! Ihave Theo for now, so I'm not in any need of money," I said as I stuffed the card into her hand.

This time, she did not refuse. She laid her head on my shoulder and said, "Wanda, we've both gotkids now. From today onwards, we will no longer be lonely souls on this planet."

Yes, children brought with them attachment. We would no longer be lonely women with no family orfriends.

I did not return to the mansion that night. After phoning Theo to let him know I would not bereturning, I spent the rest of the night talking to Cecilia.

The next morning, I drove straight to Mason's hospital. When I passed by a diner, I hesitated for abit before going in and buying some pancakes and soy milk to bring with me.

Mason only opened the door after I had been knocking for a long time. Dark circles shaded hiseyes, his hair was slightly mussed, and he looked exhausted. He looked so unlike his usualpolished self.

I asked in surprise, "Did you... pull an all-nighter?”

He massaged the space between his brows. "I was working on a report, and the sun rose before Ieven realized it."

I vaguely remembered Theo mentioning that they had been conducting some pharmaceuticalresearch recently. I guessed that Dr. Lynch had been working o n that. Waving the breakfast food inmy hands at him, I said, "Your health is the cornerstone of everything you do. You'd take better careof yourself! I bought you breakfast, so go wash up and have something to eat."

He put down the hand he had been using to massage his temples and gave me a confused look.However, he did not say anything and merely turned to walk out of the room to tidy himself up.

I put his breakfast on the table and sat down on the couch to wait for him. As I waited, Theo textedme and asked if he needed to pick me up from Cecilia's house t o go to work. I replied that I waswith Dr. Lynch.

Mason soon re-entered the room. After a shower, a change of fresh clothes, and a shave, he onceagain looked the part of the cold and elegant Dr. Lynch.

I pushed breakfast over to him. He crossed his arms over his chest and sat still as he stared at me.He then asked, "Tell me, what help do you need now? You've been pregnant for quite a while now,so you can put away any thoughts of abortion in your head.”

I laughed, but deep down, I knew he was right. I was not a sociable person, and only ever came tofawn upon him when I needed a favor.

"No, no, I don't want an abortion," I hurriedly said, waving my hands around.

He remained unmoved, the look on his face silently asking what I was up to this time.

I bit my lip and hesitated for a while before asking, "D o you remember how I begged you to escortCecilia back the last time I went on a business trip?"

"That happened so long ago. Why bring it up again now?" A slightly embarrassed look blossomedon his face as he uncrossed his arms and took a sip of the soy milk on the table.

"Did you take her straight back to her room that day?” I asked carefully, trying to lead theconversation in a certain direction.

He put the cup of soy milk back onto the table and directed his gaze at me. His eyes sparkled, butthere was also an alert look in them. "Don't beat around the bush. I’m not used to you doing that."

Indeed, I was not great at tactful communication and preferred to be direct with my words. Beatingaround the bush had never been something I did.

However, openly discussing such matters with a man seemed both awkward and inappropriate.

Still, I wanted to know the answer. I could not shy away from asking the question I needed to ask.

After giving it some thought, I stood and leaned towards his ear to whisper, "Cecilia usuallybecomes a little rowdy when she's drunk. Did she..."

I slapped myself across the face the moment I realized I had said that. If Cecilia ever learned I haddefamed her this way, she would kill me.

"Pfft!” Mason spat out a mouthful of soy milk.

"You know what I mean?" I smiled awkwardly as I gazed at him expectantly.

He looked at me before calmly grabbing a tissue and wiping his mouth. Then, he said slowly,“You’ve never been one to gossip and pry into people’s private lives. What are you trying to askme?"

He then calmly crossed his legs and took a pancake to eat as he waited for me to continuespeaking.

Holy sh*t! I had initially had an expectant look on my face waiting for his answer, but it had nowbeen replaced with an incredulous look. I wished I could slap him. Why did it matter if I liked gossipor not? Why was he unable to just answer me truthfully?!

Sighing, I forced myself to calm down and arrange my features into a solemn expression beforesaying, "Fine. Cecilia got diagnosed with a disease, and she said she caught it after returning fromher business trip. I thought about it..."