Chapter 249
“Oh, it’s Miss Nancy! Is Miss Isabella needing my help again? Whatever she wants, I promise I’ll get it done.
Scarlett’s tone immediately transformed from hostility to sickeningly sweet.
The fifty thousand dollars Isabella had given her last time had been snatched away by her husband David before she could even enjoy it. The memory still stung–watching money she’d so easily scammed being stolen by that bastard. She had been desperately waiting for Isabella to contact her again.
This time, no matter what Isabella wanted her to do, she would complete the task perfectly and earn a handsome reward.
And this time, she would make certain David couldn’t get his hands on a single cent.
Nancy had met Scarlett before and clearly recognized what kind of woman she was–greedy, opportunistic, and easily manipulated.
She laughed coldly into the phone. ‘Of course. You took the money, now it’s time for you to work. Do a good job, and there’ll be more payment coming your
way.
With women like Scarlett, Nancy had a proven approach. Dangle money clearly, but never actually put it in their hands.
Keep them perpetually hungry, chasing the next payday.
Scarlett’s eyes lit up at the mention of more money, though she knew it wouldn’t come easily.
She silently prayed it wasn’t anything too extreme–murder or serious crime was beyond the risk she was willing to take.
“Tomorrow morning at nine o’clock,” Nancy instructed, “go to the main entrance of Sophia’s workplace and make a scene. I’ll text you the specific details later tonight.”
Scarlett had already caused trouble once at the hospital. Security had thrown her out and blacklisted her, preventing her from entering the building again. The humiliation still burned.
In her mind, it was all Sophia’s fault–that ungrateful little bitch.
I raised her with my own sweat and blood, Scarlett thought bitterly. What does she do? Marries some rich guy and pretends I don’t exist. What kind of daughter abandons her own mother after finding a wealthy husband? Such an unfilial child deserves jail time–years of it!
“Miss Nancy, you want me to confront Sophia?” Excitement crept into Scarlet
voice.
“If that’s the case, you don’t even need to tell me what to do. I know exactly how to handle her. Just sit back and enjoy the show.”
Learning the target was her own daughter brought immediate energy to Scarlett’s voice. After hanging up, she even started humming a cheerful tune.
Wait and see, you ungrateful little bitch. You’ll get what’s coming to you.
The winter rain that had poured all night finally stopped by morning.
I finished dressing Billy, preparing to take him to school. We’d just stepped outside the building when I spotted a familiar Bentley parked on the street.
Pale morning sunlight spilled across the quiet neighborhood, casting a gentle glow over everything. Leaning against the luxury car stood Henry, like a solitary sculpture in the soft light.
The scene—man, car, morning light, and empty street–created a harmonious tableau.
Henry’s posture was relaxed yet striking. One leg slightly bent, the other stretched out, his body angled casually against the vehicle, hand resting lightly on
the door handle.
He was clearly waiting for us.
Chapter 249
His face looked both rugged and refined, like a rock sculpted by years of wind and rain. His usually cold, calculating eyes doe held an outra porta senten with the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Ilis tall, imposing figure reminded me of an unbreakable pine tree standing firm against winter winds. His dark coat emphasized both his onderstated confidence and undeniable presence.
Several women passing by cast appreciative glances his way, but Henry seemed oblivious to their attention. He simply opened the car door with practiced courtesy, waiting for us.
“Get in,” he said calmly, “I’ll take Billy to school.”
This Henty seemed entirely different from the man who had desperately refused to let go of me yesterday.
He appeared completely unbothered by my rejection from yesterday, displaying an almost carefree attitude that caught me off guard.
Billy paused beside me, looking up with questioning eyes.
“Mommy, is it okay?” he whispered. Despite his young age, my son wasn’t foolish. He understood that I didn’t like his father, and though he clearly wanted to ride in Henry’s car, he still sought my permission.
I checked my watch, caught in indecision. We were running late this morning. If we didn’t accept Henry’s offer, Billy risked being tardy.
Yet I desperately wanted to avoid any further interaction with this man.
While I was still contemplating how to politely decline, Henry walked over and scooped Billy up in one fluid motion.
“Stop hesitating,” he commanded. “He’ll be late if we don’t leave now.”
I sighed softly, ultimately climbing into the car.
What choice did I have?
When we arrived at the school gates, Billy’s friend Emily came running over with an excited squeal.
“Wow! Are these your mom and dad, Billy?” she exclaimed, bouncing on her toes.
“Your dad is so handsome! And your mom is so pretty! They’re perfect together!”
Faced with my son’s enthusiastic friend–this sweet little girl radiating innocence and goodwill–I couldn’t bring myself to correct her misunderstanding.
Instead, I raised my hand to wave at her. “Emily, you look very pretty today too. I especially love those braids in your hair–they’re done so nicely.”
The little girl beamed at the compliment, skipping over to wrap her arms around my legs with immediate familiarity.
“Billy’s mom, you’re sooooo beautiful! Can I invite you to come play at my house someday?”
Confronted with such earnest invitation, I could only agree.
“Of course, sweetie. But could you check with your parents first? Once you’ve decided on a good time, I’d love to visit. How does that sound
Emily nodded enthusiastically, whispered a few more things to me, then grabbed Billy’s hand to lead him into their classroom. As soon as the children disappeared inside, I felt an immense relief wash over me.
I turned to hail a taxi for my hospital shift when Henry stepped directly into my path, blocking my way.
