Chapter 848 He Wants to Be a Good Husband and a Good Father 3
Grant treated her well, and Nancy felt happy.
Maybe the past was unbearable, and the future uncertain, but right now, he was good to her.
Early in the morning, Grant got up, and Nancy joined him for breakfast.
The oatmeal he made was rich and delicious.
Nancy thought it tasted especially good.
As Grant was almost done eating, he looked up at her with a thoughtful expression and said, "I might be pretty busy later, Nancy. How about we hire a live-in caregiver?"
A live-in caregiver?
Nancy's first thought was the cost, and second, their house was too small. That little room was meant for the baby...
So she didn't agree. "I can manage. Let's talk about it when the baby comes."
Grant didn't bring it up again.
Before leaving, he touched Nancy's belly and even leaned in to listen for a moment.
Nancy smiled gently, softly stroking the back of Grant's neck, where his neatly trimmed hair felt a bit prickly.
Grant kissed her belly through her dress.
Nancy felt a bit embarrassed, her face flushing slightly, adding to her feminine charm.
She cleared her throat awkwardly. "Aren't you heading out?"
Grant smiled, got up, changed his shoes, and left.
Before he left, he came back to give her another kiss.
Nancy could tell he was in a good mood. She couldn't help but wonder if it was because of her and the baby.
She saw him out the door and called after him, giving him a small smile. "Actually, I think Lance is a good name."
Grant looked at her, smiling faintly after a moment.
But he didn't know that after the door closed, Nancy was delighted by the name for quite a while.
Lance... It sounded similar to her name! She was happy for a while and then started tidying up the house.
Though the house was small, Nancy kept it clean.
She placed two roses in the small vases.
When Nancy sat on the small sofa reading, she could see the fresh roses, vibrant and beautiful. It lifted her spirits.
Around 10 AM, Nancy put down her knitting needles, wanting to rest for a bit.
There was a knock at the door.
She was a bit surprised because no one knew they had moved here. Was Grant back to get something?
Before opening the door, Nancy looked through the peephole.
To her surprise, it was her mother, Verity, looking disheveled and distraught.
Despite their last unpleasant encounter, Nancy couldn't leave her outside. She quickly opened the door and hesitated before asking, "Mom, what's wrong? What happened?"
Verity was soaked, cold and wet.
Nancy then realized it had rained last night. She had slept soundly in Grant's arms and hadn't heard a thing.
She didn't ask much, just plugged in the water heater and got Verity a hot bath, finding some decent clothes for her to change into.
Verity didn't move for a long time.
Nancy felt a bit uneasy, smoothing her long hair and softly saying, "It's not like home here, Mom. Please make do."
Verity remained dazed, finally muttering, "It's fine here."
She could see that Nancy was doing well.
Even though the place was really shabby, not even as big as a bathroom in the Walsh Villa, Nancy seemed happy.
Verity took a bath and changed clothes.
She seemed more clear-headed afterward.
Nancy heated up a bowl of soup for her, which smelled delicious. Verity looked up. "Did you make this?"
Nancy shook her head. "I'm not that good! Grant made it."
Verity nodded, silently drinking the soup.
It wasn't as good as the gourmet chefs at home, but this homely taste was nice too.
After drinking half a bowl, Verity stared blankly.
Nancy knew something was wrong and gently asked, "Mom, what happened?"
Verity started crying.
She suddenly seemed unable to bear it, covering her face and sobbing, pouring out her pain.
She said, "Nancy, your father has a mistress!"
Nancy was stunned.
She wasn't surprised; she had known from Grant. She was shocked that her mother had found out.
Verity lifted her hair, revealing a faint handprint.
She trembled. "I found records of him buying a house for that woman. She's about your age, could be his daughter, and they even have a son in elementary school. He's been hiding this for years. He's such a bastard."
She looked at Nancy. "No wonder he was so heartless to you. It was for his mistress. He wants to leave his wealth to his precious son! How cruel."
Nancy was speechless.
She felt ashamed because she had known but kept it from Verity.
Verity suddenly laughed. "You knew, didn't you? Grant arranged for that kid's schooling, so your father didn't dare confront him. But the truth can't be hidden forever!"
Nancy softly apologized.
Verity called her foolish. "Your father is like that, and you didn't say a word. Did you think not telling me would make me happy? His heart is elsewhere. He drove you away; he'll harm me too!"
Nancy thought it wouldn't go that far.
But considering Royce's character, her mother Verity would be left with nothing, living miserably.
She thought about discussing with Grant whether Verity could stay with them.
But she feared Verity wouldn't adapt.
Verity came from a wealthy background and might not be able to live like this.
Nancy gently suggested, holding Verity's hand, "Stay here for now. When Grant comes back, we'll talk. I think he'll agree."
Verity's lips moved.
She looked around, tempted... She had money and could support Nancy and Grant, living happily together.
But thinking of Royce, how she had been submissive all her life, even abandoning her only daughter, and he still treated her like this.
Verity was unwilling to accept this!
She softly told Nancy she couldn't stay and had to go back.
Nancy felt sad.
But she couldn't say much.
Verity stayed for lunch, which they bought together, and Verity cooked.
Though she rarely cooked, the meal was delicious.
After lunch, Verity left.
Nancy saw her off and then tried to nap, but with such a big event, how could she sleep?
In the afternoon, it started raining again.
By evening, the rain intensified!
The house was old and poorly maintained. Though not on the top floor, prolonged heavy rain caused leaks... Water started dripping from the ceiling.
Nancy had never seen this before.
She placed a basin to catch the water. In half an hour, it was half full.
When the basin was almost full, she had to empty it, or the house would flood.
She thought, good thing Verity didn't stay.
Otherwise, she really wouldn't be able to get used to living here!
The floor tiles were slippery from the water. Nancy took a few steps and didn't dare move further. She returned to the bed.
She was pregnant and worried about the baby.
She felt scared and a bit wronged.
She even thought about giving up, convincing Grant to use her money so they could live better... No need to struggle like this.
During the thunderstorm, she heard a noise outside.
The door opened and then closed.
Grant walked quickly into the bedroom, seeing Nancy curled up on the bed, looking helplessly at the two basins of water, the floor wet and slippery.
She looked like she was about to cry!
Grant felt both sad and relieved that she and the baby were okay.
As he looked at her, Nancy also looked at him.
He was soaked, his shoes muddy, like he had rushed back from the countryside.
Like he had come through the storm!
Finally, Grant walked over and gently held her.
Nancy couldn't help but cry, honestly telling him she had never lived like this.
Before he came back, she regretted it... But seeing him, everything felt okay.
Grant held her.
After a long time, he hoarsely said, "I know! Nancy, let's move to a better place."
A better house would make her more comfortable.
But he would have to swallow his pride and use her money.
Nancy, in his arms, shook her head gently, her chin resting on his shoulder.
After a while, she softly said, "No, let's just fix the house. We can still live here."
Grant called her silly, then stepped back, looking at her and himself.
Both were soaked.
The floor was slippery. He found clean clothes in the closet for her.
His hands trembled as he undressed her.
Nancy hadn't realized before how strong his desire was. Even now, he had sexual thoughts, despite her not looking her best.
Grant saw her thoughts.
He softly said, "Your skin is so soft, Nancy. Maybe it's just that I haven't been with a woman in a long time."
Last night's lovemaking had only slightly eased his desire.
Nancy thought he wanted to make love, as he undressed.
But Grant started cleaning, emptying the water and mopping the floor. The leak would have to be fixed tomorrow!
She watched, eyes wide.
Grant cleaned up, and the rain stopped.
Nancy felt better, softly saying she was too delicate and useless...
Grant served her soup, pinching her cheek. "You grew up in a good environment. It's normal to be delicate."
He was a normal man, not expecting her to live rough just because he did.
Even if they never became wealthy, at the very least, he would ensure she was well taken care of.
Nancy asked why he came back early.
Grant didn't answer, just took her to the bedroom... This time, they truly made love. He was very gentle, mindful of her pregnancy.
Afterward, he couldn't bear to leave her.
Gently stroking her, and her belly... He felt at peace.
The night was quiet.
Nancy was about to sleep but remembered Verity's visit and softly said, "Mom found out about Dad's mistress. She came this morning, looking unwell."
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