Ever since Kelsi left that day, my life had returned to peace.
One month later, we moved our studio to the subtop floor of Towering High.
Patrick hung a large logo of our studio outside the Towering High building.
It once was heatedly discussed on the social media platforms.
And my belly was bulging day by day.
Over these days, Patrick would accompany me every day as long as he didn't have to deal with quite important matters.
Glenn, who seemed to realize that the little one in my belly was fragile as well, was understanding.
He did almost everything by himself. So I didn't need to worry too much about him.
However, my pregnancy this time was very different from that last time.
I was already in my 30s. Whether in terms of age or physical condition, I was considered an advanced pregnancy woman.
For my pregnancy this time, I felt completely different from that last time.
This time, I didn't suffer a serious morning sickness in the early stage. And the child was sort of well-behaved. Even so, I seemed to be quite drowsy every day.
Whether it was after lunch, dinner, or even breakfast, I couldn't be more sleepy.
And I frequently fell asleep while sitting in front of the computer.
Because of my poor state of mind, I had no choice but to reduce the workload and replenish my state of mind by sleeping more.
It wasn't until that I was pregnant for five months that my situation somewhat improved.
By the time I had been pregnant for five months, I went to the hospital for a checkup and had my blood drawn to see the fetus's gender.
That day when the result was out, Patrick was very busy. Although he expressed his willingness to go with me there, I refused.
I promised him that upon getting the result, I would notify him first.
Early in the morning, I went to the hospital for a checkup and got the test result.
As Glenn said, the baby in my belly was a girl.
Seeing the result, I was so excited that I called Patrick.
The phone had been ringing for a whole minute. No one picked up my call.
Without overthinking it, I thought he should be busy. Hanging up the phone, I drove back to the company by myself.
Upon arriving at the road leading to the underground garage, I was stuck in a traffic jam from afar.
After waiting for a while, I found that the cars ahead had no signs of movement. The drivers of the cars ahead also went out of the car to check the situation.
So did I.
From where I was stuck to the entrance of the underground garage of Towering High, there was about 100 meters' distance.
Walking a few steps, I reached the entrance of the underground garage.
Only after coming to the front did I find that several people had blocked the entrance.
Despite the crowd, I could hear the cry of a woman inside, "Mr. Cowell, I am begging you. Please be magnanimous. Spare my daughter. She was indeed stupid for a moment!"
Having not heard of this voice for a long time, I found it somewhat familiar.
I edged a little forward. Through the gap, unexpectedly, I saw that it was Katy who was blocking the entrance.
Standing there by herself, she was in the way of Patrick's car by lying on her stomach on the front of the car.
Her hair was in a mess. And her makeup was ruined by tears.
I couldn't help but be confused.
"What's wrong with Katy? Patrick found someone to save Finn a few months ago. Could it be that something went wrong? Why is she making trouble here again?"
I moved back a bit so that Katy wouldn't see me among the crowd.
As a result, as soon as I stepped out of the crowd, my cell phone in my bag rang.
Someone called me via my private phone number. Glancing at the caller ID, I saw that it was a call from Patrick and then looked in the direction of his car. However, because the car window was closed, I couldn't see whether he was looking at me or not.
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