Elsa earnestly advised me as if she was genuinely worried about me and the baby.
It was no wonder she was such a great actress. If I didn't know her true nature already, I might've been fooled by her fake kindness. She was just worried that if I had Jeremiah's child, it'd make it harder for her to take my place.
I smiled nonchalantly and looked at her. "Why do I feel like you're more anxious than I am? Are you afraid that I might be pregnant?"
Elsa froze. Then, she quickly explained, "What are you talking about? I'm just worried for your health. Who's going to take care of you and the baby if you give birth? Jeremiah is busy, and he might not have time to look after you both."
Her words revolved around Jeremiah. She seemed to know him more than I did as his wife. But then again, it made sense. They worked in Cornell Group and spent more time together. And with both of them having feelings for each other…
But it didn't matter to me anymore.
I absentmindedly fiddled with the necklace around my neck and asked, "Why are you here?"
"To apologize," Elsa replied innocently.
"I saw the news. Jeremiah told me I'm the reason you two fought. I feel so guilty, so I've decided to explain. I had a difficult client last night, and Jeremiah helped me out of the tough situation. That's why he couldn't make it back to celebrate your birthday."
I almost laughed out loud. Jeremiah did tell her everything. We had the fight just last night, and she knew about it first thing in the morning.
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