Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Chapter 878: 261: The mutual probing of two big shots_6
 

“Hmm.” Delia Frieman nodded.

Rachel sighed, “Sis, as your sister, I more than anyone else hope that you can be happy, but your current situation…” The rest of the words, even if she didn’t elaborate, Delia should be able to understand.

After spending such a long time together, Rachel knew that Delia was a smart woman.

Delia took a deep breath, “Rachel, I understand.”

What Rachel said was right.

Everyone has some unbearable past, what matters is not how others see you, but how you view yourself.

Rachel nodded, and said with a smile, “Sis, will you make it clear to him tomorrow?”

“I will.”

“That’s good.”

Rachel continued: “It’s better to make things clear sooner, to avoid unnecessary troubles.”

“Hmm.”

The sisters were talking while walking towards the apartment building.

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Delia looked at Rachel and asked, “How come you have time to come back today?”

“I have no classes tomorrow, and the day after is the weekend.” Rachel replied.

Delia nodded, “Is your money enough?”

“It’s enough.”

Delia looked at Rachel and increasingly felt that her sister was very sensible.

Rachel never asked her for money.

Delia always gave it to her voluntarily.

Delia, linking arms with Rachel, said, “I’m off on Monday, should I take you to school?”

Rachel said: “I’m not going to school on Monday.”

Actually, she was going. She just didn’t know how to decline Delia just yet.

She didn’t want Delia to embarrass herself at school.

“You have no class on Monday either?” Delia asked.

“Yes.” Rachel nodded.

“What a pity then.”

On the other side.

A low-key Maybach stopped at the gate of the Thompson family manor.

A well-built figure came out from the inside and stretched his hand into the car, “Boss, we’re here.”

With one hand holding the roses, and the other hand resting on the man’s lean hand, Viola stepped out of the car.

“Terrence, be careful on the snowy roads.” she warned.

“Hmm.” The man nodded slightly.

His stern features stood out against the snowy night, making him look even more elegant and cold.

Viola plodded through the thick snow, “Then you better go.”

“I’ll leave after seeing you home.”

Viola smiled faintly, “Then I’m going in.”

“Hmm.”

Viola held the roses and walked away.

After a few steps, she turned back, stood on her tiptoes, and quickly pecked him on the cheek.

It was as light as a dragonfly skimming the water, yet it set off ripples in his heart.

Terrence Lentz was taken aback. By the time he recovered himself, the perpetrator had already disappeared into the night.

Terrence Lentz helplessly hooked up the corners of his mouth, got into the driver’s seat, picked up the mineral water next to him, and drained it in one gulp.

Viola arrived home with the roses.

Mrs. Thompson was sitting on the sofa watching opera. Hearing the sound, she glanced at her, “Viola is back.”

“Good evening, Grandma.”

Instinctively, Mrs. Thompson felt there was something off about her today.

It seemed like she might be a little too happy.

She noticed the flowers in Viola’s hand, “Viola, did someone give you flowers?”

“Yes.”

Mrs. Thompson asked further: “From a suitor?”

“Yes.” Viola slightly shifted her gaze, “Grandma, I’m going upstairs to freshen up.”

“Go ahead.”

Watching Viola Thompson’s back, Mrs. Thompson squinted.

This child.

What’s going on today?

Is a bunch of broken roses from her suitor worth being so happy about?

Wait a minute!

Mrs. Thompson suddenly saw the light reflecting off the roses Viola was holding.

Can roses reflect light?

Something seems off.

Could it be gemstones?

But looking at the casual way Viola was carrying them, they didn’t seem like gemstone roses — if they were indeed made of gemstones, they’d weigh at least ten or twenty pounds.

Mrs. Thompson didn’t give it much thought.

On the other side.

River City.

Late at night.

Cheryl Forrest was awakened by a familiar wave of pain and quickly slapped her sleeping husband, Isaac Tuchman, “Wake up! Wake up!”

Isaac startled awake immediately, opening his eyes, “What’s wrong, Cheryl?”

“I have a stomachache, I think I’m going into labor.”

Upon hearing this, Isaac immediately turned on the light, got out of bed, and grabbed the already prepared baby delivery and birthing supplies, “My wife, let’s go.”

Then he knocked on the nanny’s door next door, “Nanny Lin, Nanny Lin, wake up, Cheryl is in labor!”

Nanny Lin woke up immediately. Aware that Cheryl’s due date was in these few days, she had even slept fully dressed. Now, upon hearing Isaac’s voice, she got out of bed at once, “I’m coming!”

Nanny Lin helped Cheryl up, while Isaac grabbed the prepared bag and headed to the garage to get the car, “You guys wait upstairs for me.”

“Okay.”

Having given birth once and having undergone regular check-ups yielding excellent results, Cheryl was not nervous, but rather eagerly anticipated the arrival of her baby.

It wasn’t long before Isaac drove Cheryl to the hospital.

After examination, Cheryl was already dilated to seven centimeters and needed to be immediately rushed to the delivery room to prepare for childbirth.

The doctor in charge of delivering Cheryl’s baby was Dr. Murray, who had 20 years of working experience.

Murray put on her sterile gown and rushed towards the delivery room. As she did, a young nurse quickly handed her a note as they passed by.

Murray furrowed her brow slightly and sensed that something was amiss. She opened the note immediately.

Then, without missing a beat, she proceeded to the delivery room.

Cheryl, lying on the operating table, was in so much pain that her face turned pale.

Isaac stayed by her side, holding Cheryl’s hand tight, “My dear wife, don’t be afraid, I’ll stay by your side throughout.”

“Okay.” Cheryl nodded.

Murray put on a mask and prepared for the childbirth procedure.

The delivery room filled with Cheryl’s cries.

Murray said, “Madam Tuchman, we’re just getting started, you should conserve your energy.” The constant screaming was draining the expectant mother’s strength.

“Hmm.” Cheryl, drenched in sweat, nodded.

Time passed by slowly.

Suddenly, Murray’s expression tightened, “No good, the baby’s arm is coming out first! Madam Tuchman, stay calm, and take it slow.”

Upon hearing that the baby’s arm was coming out first, panic instantly washed over Cheryl.

Normally the baby’s head would emerge first. If the hand was first, it indicated that the fetus had lodged transversely in the womb, which could result in a difficult delivery and excessive bleeding.

“The mother’s heart rate is dropping, and she’s bleeding excessively. We need to perform a procedure immediately!”

Cheryl, weak but determined, clutched Isaac’s hand tightly, “Contact Miss Thompson, contact Miss Thompson now, I only want Miss Thompson to operate on me.”

The only person she could think of in her moment of need was Viola Thompson.

Isaac, pale with fear, replied urgently, “Cheryl, don’t panic, I am contacting Miss Thompson. Hold on, you must hold on!”

“Okay.”

Murray then said, “Mr. and Mrs. Tuchman, we can’t delay any further or it will be dangerous for both the mother and the child.”

On the other side.

Pag Gar sat beside Boss Maton’s bed, a slight smile tugging at her lips as she looked at her phone.

Two birds with one stone.

Viola Thompson’s time is up.