"She wants me to leave you, and honestly, she's pretty generous with the compensation. The baby and I don't have to worry about anything if I accepted her offer. I didn't need to find someone rich since I can afford to bring the baby up on my own. So, I'll just need a kind and loving man to provide the baby with fatherly love."
Hendrix started the car engine and sneered, raising his eyebrows at me, "Your plan sounds up to scratch. But aren't you afraid that the kind and honest man will take away all your money?"
I rolled my eyes and curled my lips into a scornful smile. "Don't always think the worst of everyone. There are so many good people in this world."
"What kind of person do you think is good?" he asked in response. I gave the question some thoughts, and I answered it truthfully, "Madam Lawson is good. She's offering me so much just for me to leave you and make way for Andrea." I leaned against the car window, and I rested my hand on my belly. It felt bloated than before, I could have eaten too much.
The car stopped at the red light. Giving me a sidelong glance, he asked, "What exactly are the conditions?"
"Two companies with a generous amount of assets, all under my name. It will be enough for me and the baby for a lifetime," It was indeed different for the rich to solve problems from how we ordinary people solved them.
He sneered, "Have you accepted it then?"
I cocked my eyebrows at him, but I didn't answer him. Hendrix somehow deduced the answer from my reaction, and he asked, "Why not?" He turned the steering wheel indifferently, as if he had known about my conversation with Valerie from earlier all along.
For a moment, I didn't know what to answer him. Seeing that I was silent, Hendrix continued, "You're thinking about finding a man for the baby as her step-father, but you're taking the baby away from her biological father. Arianna, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing's wrong with me. You're the one that has problems!" I snapped at him. "I want to leave you because you have problems. I had to find a stepfather for the child!"
He scoffed, "What problem do I have? Since you love to overthink things, why don't you think about why Madam Lawson is willing to spend a good deal of money for you to leave me?" "Of course it's because Andrea likes you," I replied without thinking. "Madam Lawson loves Andrea dearly, and she wants nothing but the best for Andrea. Since Andrea likes you, Madam Lawson will undoubtedly do everything she can to fulfill Andrea's wish."
I was confident in my valid interpretation. But Hendrix rolled his eyes at me and said, "So, the pregnancy brain is indeed true."
I was perplexed, and I had no idea how our topic earlier was related to my pregnancy brain.
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