Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 172

"You're going to quit the moment you get married? Didn't you swear you'd never be a housewife?"

We used to talk about life, and I knew Heidi had shared my views. She also thought that even after getting married, a woman should have her own career, otherwise she would be looked down upon by others.

I remembered that when I got married, Grandma had once told me to stay at home and not to work.

Although I knew she meant well, I insisted on working. It was precisely because of my love for work that I was able to survive those three years Cindy tortured me for.

She gave me a wry smile. "Those were just things we said as young and immature girls. I've changed my mind now, and I think my family is more important than my career. I'm really sorry, Ms. Wanda, but I've made up my mind."

I thought it would be inappropriate for me to try to persuade her anymore at this point, so I said regretfully, "Alright then. Type up your resignation letter and hand over your duties to the next-in-line before you leave."

She stood up and said to me in a very solemn manner,

"Take care, Ms. Wanda!"

She turned around and walked to the door, but stopped in her tracks suddenly to say, "Your belly is getting bigger, Ms. Wanda, and it will soon become very inconvenient for you to work. Some things are more complicated than we initially think. I think you should start leaving the office early until your delivery!"

She pushed the door open and left after saying those words.

When I tried to ask her what she meant by that, she was already gone. I could only drop the matter.

As soon as Heidi left, my workload increased. I used to be able to hand over much of the work that came in to her, but now I had to do it all by myself. I pushed through the discomfort in my body and bustled about throughout the whole morning.

At lunchtime, I received a message from Theo asking me to go to his office. Knowing that he wanted me to have lunch with him, I was not abashed as I shut down my computer and went to the top floor.

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I realized there was something different about the president’s office. In just a few days, not only had a lot more green places been added to the places, flowers and murals decorated the area as well.

Theo had always been a straightforward man who disliked flowers and plants, so his office had been

monotonous and cold for many years.

When I walked past the secretaries' office, I bumped into Keith, who was going out for lunch.

He was a little stunned when he saw me, but his countenance went back to normal as he said, "Ms. Lane, Mr. Grant is in the office. You can walk straight i n."

Realizing the secretaries' office's five-person desk had now grown to accommodate six seats, I could not help but ask curiously, "Has there been a newcomer?"