Suddenly, she didn't want to go in and face that man. Her joy after attending the classmate party was also crushed by his words.
He could always trample her hope to the bottom of his feet without making the slightest effort.
If all the things were for the baby, then what she was doing now was unnecessary.
Superfluous was just like a wishful thinking in a love story. It really made people feel sad to hear it.
In silence, she closed her eyes, and she could hear nothing.
The phone in the bag, however, suddenly lit up. Consuela frowned as she took out her phone.
Her head ached as she saw the name "sister" on the screen.
During a period of time, she almost forgot her family, but she didn't tell them.
She didn't know whether she should answer it or not.
She raised her finger gently. When she just wanted to connect, her mobile phone had turned off. It seemed to solve a big problem for her.
She sat in a chair and took a nap. She was awakened by Cassie and was shocked when she faced the woman's face.
She covered her mouth with one hand directly. Frowning, Cassie said, "don't scream. I won't dig out your organs to sell them."
She said in a relaxing tone, but her expression carried weight inexplicably.
The loud voice of the two affected Consuela. Consuela felt the look in her eyes was filled with pity.
"Well..." She blinked and looked at Cassie, making a gesture to let go first, and she would never cry.
"Why are you sleeping here? The man who was hot tempered called you a moment ago, but your phone was turned off. He was frightened." Cassie looked at her up and down, frowning.
He was worried about the baby.
"My calf was cramping, so I was sitting here to have a rest. But I fell asleep before I could think of anything." She replied as she scratched her head, her face sincere.
In most pregnant women, their calves had been cramped several times. Some of them had got extremely inflamed.
Cassie glanced at her with doubt and said, "Okay. I'll give you a massage later. You can go back to the ward first."
She was telling the truth. When Richie had called her and heard a cold, emotionless mechanical female voice over the phone.
A hint of uneasiness flashed through the man's eyes, and his face darkened. She didn't want to hear he blame Tim on the phone again.
When she left the ward, she saw the woman sleeping on a chair.
"Okay, thank you." Consuela smiled politely.
As soon as she entered the ward, she saw the man with a totally darkened face. He sneered and said, "I thought you were going to run away."
He fixed his eyes on her, and his heart was back to where it had been.
"I'm not that stupid. I don't know what to do without you. I'm living a good life and I don't want to challenge your authority to escape."
Consuela shrugged her shoulders. She was a clever woman, but not at all reassuring.
She looked experienced, but her eyes still exposed her whole thoughts.
"After the baby is born, you really need to improve your acting skill," said Richie ironically.
After all, all for baby.
She answered stiffly, "if you want to help, I don't mind one more technical stuff."
Perhaps she really had the talent to act. Even if her heart was not happy, she could still be happy on the face.
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