“You’re such a sweet-talker. Thank you for your concern,” uttered the vegetable seller happily. “It has been a while since you bought anything from my stall. Here, you can have this for free.” “Thank you!” After making her purchase, Amelia insisted on paying her. “You’re running a small business. I insist on paying for my purchases!” In the end, the vegetable seller accepted her payment. As Molly and Amelia made their way through the farmer’s market, the sellers welcomed them warmly. Amelia was also sweet enough, so the sellers gave her lots of free gifts generously.
They even got two extra eggs for free from the egg seller. Soon, Molly and Amelia left the farmer’s market loaded with their shopping. Molly tried to take the shopping bags from Amelia, but the latter stepped out of her reach. “Molly, this isn’t heavy at all. I can manage,” Amelia stated with a grin. Molly told her, “Mrs. Clinton, give me the eggs. You can carry the vegetables.” Amused, Amelia answered, “Molly, you’re being too cautious. It’s just a dozen eggs. I can manage that easily.” Molly didn’t insist. “Mrs. Clinton, if you find it heavy, hand the bag to me. You’re pregnant, so you need to be extra careful.” Amelia chuckled. “Molly, don’t worry. I can handle that, no problem.”
Slowly, Amelia and Molly strolled back to their neighborhood. At the gate of their neighborhood, they ran into someone who Amelia thought she would never see again—Jennifer Larson. She remembered how Jennifer used to regard her as a rival. Upon spotting Amelia, Jennifer removed her sunglasses and came to her. Amelia gave Jennifer the once-over and realized the latter had lost a lot of weight. Jennifer was still clad in a fashionable outfit as usual and was exuding a confident aura, but her gaze wasn’t as dynamic as before. Overall, she seemed exhausted. “Amelia, are you free? I need to talk to you.” Jennifer stated her intentions outright. Sensing Jennifer’s hostility, Molly pulled Amelia to stand behind her.
“Who are you?” she inquired. “Why do you need to talk to Mrs. Clinton?” Jennifer ignored her and stared straight at Amelia. “I need to talk to you about something important, Amelia. Half an hour will do.” Stepping out from behind Molly, Amelia asked, “Ms. Larson, what is it about?” “Can we talk in a cafe elsewhere?” Jennifer tamped down her irritation and urged. After a brief hesitation, Amelia told Molly, “Molly, head home with our shopping. I need to talk to her.” Molly took the shopping bag from her worriedly. “Mrs. Clinton, shall I come with you?”
Amelia was amused. “Molly, she is my ex-colleague and superior. I know who she is.” Molly gave the unfriendly Jennifer, who was clad in a fashionable outfit, a disapproving look. Evidently, this woman was here to stir up trouble. “Mrs. Clinton, I’ll leave the bags at home and join you. You’re seven months along.” Molly was still concerned. “You’re going to give birth soon. I can’t let anything happen to you.” She nearly blurted out that Jennifer seemed like trouble, but her manners stopped her from saying so. Jennifer’s face darkened in displeasure. She put on her sunglasses and uttered in exasperation, “Amelia, why is your maid so talkative?
She’s annoying and rude.” Jennifer had left a terrible impression on Molly. “Ms. Larson? To be honest, you left a bad impression on me. You might be pretty, but I’ve seen many gorgeous ladies in my life. Compared to Mrs. Clinton, your manners are far worse,” Molly scoffed. Jennifer glanced at Amelia in frustration. “Amelia, will you come or not? Do you seriously think I’ll do something to hurt you? I’m not that despicable. I’m a law-abiding citizen.” After reassuring Molly, Amelia turned to her. “Ms. Larson, I’m sorry. My maid is worried for me. She doesn’t mean anything else. Let’s go.”
Also, I would like to ask you to stop contacting Carter. You’re too important to him. As long as you’re by his side, he won’t be able to fall in love with another woman or get married. You don’t want to hold him up, do you?” Amelia was lost in thought as her lips curved up in amusement. Why do women like to tell me that my existence is nothing but an obstacle to the men who love me? The women claim I won’t be of help to the men’s careers and families. It’s like I’m a jinx who will bring bad luck to every man by my side. Amelia was neither a hypocrite nor someone who’d suffer in order to make others happy. “Ms. Larson, I believe you’ve gotten it wrong,” she stated firmly. “Carter and I are just friends.
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