Chapter 374
Chapter 374
From the start to the end, Tobias never touched the foie gras.
Outside the restaurant was a drizzle that soon passed. It was as if it had never rained.
Staring at the untouched plate of foie gras, Idania thought, It’s been ten years. If I had tried harder back then, we might have a kid by now.
When she saw the loving family enjoying their meal beside them, Idania averted her eyes. I have a great career, but I’ve sacrificed my love life for it.
The meal ended earlier than Idania had expected it to. When they were done, Tobias stood up and folded his black jacket over his arm.
Right then, the child by the next table accidentally smeared his ice cream on Tobias’ pants while playing with his sister.
Instantly, Tobias frowned.
Holding onto the melting ice cream, the boy mumbled, “Mister, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do it.”
It seemed like Tobias was frustrated, for he left with a sour look almost immediately.
On the other hand, Idania crouched down as she looked at the boy with gentle eyes.
“Here, wipe your hands. You won’t like how sticky your hands are,” she said as she gave him a piece of tissue.
At the same time, she watched Tobias leave from the corner of her eyes. As always, he did not like children.
At the suburban district, Skylar stared at the gloomy skies when the cold wind blew. A storm is about to come.
Hurriedly, she rushed to the elevators. She was there to deliver food to Penelope.
When Skylar pressed the doorbell, Penelope was slow to get to the door, for she was pregnant.
“I’ve gotten everything you wanted, and you can actually order delivery, but you just had to insist for me to come.”
Skylar’s arms were sore from carrying the things. She had bought everything from the supermarket according to the list Penelope had given her, and Skylar knew the amount of groceries would last a week. However, Penelope seemed unfazed by Skylar’s words.
As she poured her a glass of water, she replied, “I’ve run out of money, so I can’t order delivery.”
At that, Skylar hastily asked, “Where did all your money go? Why are you living so terribly? How could you not have enough money to buy food?”
It was then Penelope told Skylar where she had spent her money on—prenatal checkups, medical fees for delivery, and baby necessities.
As Penelope was planning to give birth to her child at Concord Hospital, her medical fees had been terrifying to look at. Without getting a package deal there, every visit cost her several thousand.
The more Skylar listened to her, the more confused she became. “Shouldn’t Brayden be the one paying for all these? You’re giving birth to his child. Although that doesn’t mean he has to pay for everything, he still should be paying for part of it. You don’t even have a job right now; where would you get your money from?”
A few days ago, Penelope had just been telling her how Brayden was going to buy her a house. Now, she could not even afford to get delivery.
Yet, Penelope was still forgiving with Brayden. “He’s too busy recently. He’ll pay me back for all these in the future.”
At that, Skylar then transferred fifty thousand to Penelope.
She was not actually someone who would do anything for others. If Penelope was not her best friend, she would not have bothered herself with her matters.
Penelope was quick to thank her as she promised to give her back the money as soon as she could.
However, Skylar rejected her. “Just think of it as a gift for you to buy clothes for my godson. It won’t be right for you to pay me back for a gift I’m getting for your child.”
However, Penelope had noticed how much skinnier Skylar was in comparison to her last visit. Thus, she was sure that Skylar was hectic at work.
Hence, she insisted, “No. This is your hard-earned money. I’ll pay you back when Brayden gives me money.”
When Skylar realized Penelope was going to pay her back with Brayden’s money, she subtly flinched.
Not wanting to continue the topic, Skylar put on an apron and went to the kitchen. She felt bad that Penelope was ignored by others even when she was about to give birth soon.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.