The middle-aged man appeared to be around fifty-four or fifty-five years old. He had short hair, with streaks of silver visible at his temples. He was wearing a dark gray pinstripe suit with a bold, bright red polka dot tie, which was not in line with his usual aesthetic but he wore it nonetheless.
Nora immediately recalled several fragmented scenes in her mind. She had seen that tie before at home, neatly packed in a beautiful box. Curiosity got the better of her, and she opened it briefly, but her father quickly snatched it back, insisting that it was a gift for a client. She had wondered why her father would give a tie as a gift since he usually stuck to gifting expensive liquor and imported cigarettes.
But it turned out that it wasn't a gift for a client at all; it was clearly a gift given to him. And if her intuition was correct, it would most likely be from a woman. Sure enough, Nora's perception proved to be accurate as she soon caught sight of an elegant and tall figure emerging from the diagnostic room.
The woman was wearing a long black floral dress, covering it with a camel-colored double-faced wool coat. Her golden curls cascaded down, revealing a fair and lovely face. That nose, those eyes! It couldn't be anyone other than Jane, that old woman.
Nora and her brother Sean, who were standing a distance away, grew suspicious when they saw their father fawning over this woman. And now, hearing him address her as "Jane," it sent shivers down their spines.
Jane crossed her arms, lifted her proud and delicate chin, and coolly hummed before pretending to be angry, slamming the prenatal examination report into his arms. "Can't you see for yourself? I'm so annoyed right now. I feel like blowing up! I've been telling you to wear protection, but you just don't listen!"
George was taken aback by her sudden outburst and quickly grabbed the prenatal examination report, shifting his gaze downward.
He focused on the section where the doctor's diagnosis was written: 52 days pregnant! She was truly expecting! Fifty-two days meant it was almost two months ago. That was right about the time he met Jane at the banquet. They fell head over heels for each other and, fueled by some alcohol, quickly ended up in bed together.
Due to the suddenness of their encounter, they didn't take any precautions. After waking up, they both had busy schedules and, perhaps, she had forgotten to take her contraceptive pills! George still held on to traditional beliefs and believed that the more children he had, the better it was for the family's prosperity.
Unfortunately, after giving birth to Sean, Malaya had health complications and couldn't get pregnant again. Over the years, he had been satisfied with having a son and a daughter, considering his life complete. But being able to have another child at his age was something for a man to boast about. It proved that he was still young and not at all old.
George's round chubby face beamed with joy. He was so carried away by his own happiness that he forgot about his surroundings. Ignoring the clandestine nature of their relationship, he picked Jane up horizontally and spun her around a few times in place.
"Jane, Jane, I am so happy! You're amazing. I can't believe I have a son again, hahaha."
"Ah!"
"You jerk, hurry and put me down, this is so embarrassing."
A hearty laugh mixed with Jane's coquettish voice echoed in the hallway, drawing the attention of many around.
This couple, more resembling father and daughter than husband and wife.
George, despite being past fifty, while Jane appeared much younger.
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