Chapter 117 Tell Me, What Is Right?
Henry showed up at 6:30 P.M.
Seraphina was munching on a hot dog outside the store, courtesy of Juniper. When she saw Henry, she said, "This is so good. You should open a hot dog stand."
Henry found it both funny and annoying.
He shut the car door and walked over to Seraphina, squatting beside her. "Do you know how many people are looking for you? And here you are, eating a hot dog on the street."
He took the hot dog from her.
Seraphina grabbed it back, annoyed. "I came to see Grace!"
Henry stared at her for a moment, then turned to face Grace. Despite the short distance, their divorce made it feel far.
Grace handed him a jewelry box. "Mrs. Montague brought this. You should take it back."
Henry didn't take it. He looked at her with an unreadable expression. After a moment, he said, "Keep it. It's a gesture of goodwill."
Grace pushed the box into his hands. "It's not right."
"Then what is right?"
Henry grabbed both the box and Grace, pulling her close. She looked up, seeing his intense gaze. "Grace, tell me, what is right?"
Seraphina couldn't watch anymore and almost choked on her hot dog.
Juniper thought, 'Are they playing a soap opera?'
Finally, Seraphina got in the car.
As she sat down, she nagged Henry, "If you like her, just go after her properly! Stop with the drama! Grace might not like it."
Henry leaned over to buckle her seatbelt. "Got it! I'm pursuing her."
As they drove off, Juniper looked at Grace. "Is he pursuing you? Taking a dog to the vet counts as pursuing? Does Henry even know what pursuing means?"
Grace replied calmly, "It's impossible between us."
Seeing Grace was down, Juniper suggested they go for barbecue and beers after work.
Grace smiled and agreed.
At 8 P.M., they were at a barbecue joint.
Juniper ordered a ton of meat. Grace reminded her, "Aren't you the one always going on about dieting? Not worried about packing on the pounds now?"
Juniper closed the menu. "I'm not a model anymore. One or two meals won't make me fat!"
Grace was glad Juniper felt that way.
They poured drinks and chatted while waiting. Ten minutes later, the waiter brought a big plate of barbecue, each piece sizzling. Even though Grace usually liked light food, she wanted a few skewers.
Juniper, however, covered her nose. "This smells so greasy!"
Grace smiled. "Of course, it's greasy!"
Juniper took a bite, then covered her mouth and stood up. "I can't! It's too greasy! I need to rinse my mouth!"
Grace shook her head lightly.
In the restroom, Juniper dry-heaved for a while, still feeling off. She wondered if she had eaten something bad. After wiping her lips, she was about to leave when she overheard two women chatting at the next sink.
"About 42 days pregnant, right? I saw you throwing up earlier."
"I crave it at home but can't eat it when I get here!"
"It'll get better after the first trimester!"
The women finished washing their hands and left, leaving Juniper alone.
Juniper looked down and touched her lower abdomen, remembering the last time she was with Frank. He hadn't used a condom.
In the mirror, her face was pale.
She returned to her seat, grabbed her handbag, and made a lame excuse to Grace, saying she had to leave. Grace couldn't stop her.
Late at night, Juniper sat on a hospital bench, staring blankly. She was pregnant, and it was Frank's child.
Grace got home, worried about Juniper, and called her.
After a few rings, Juniper answered, her voice hoarse, "I'm fine! Just an upset stomach! Grace, I might need a few days off. Keep an eye on the store for me."
Grace responded, "Take care of yourself! I'll come over tomorrow night and cook something nice for you."
Juniper sniffled. "Your hand isn't fully healed yet! Don't worry about cooking for me! Just take care of yourself."
Grace chatted with her a bit more before hanging up.
She felt something was off with Juniper but couldn't pinpoint it. Maybe she was overthinking.
Just then, there was a knock at the door, and Clara's voice came through. "Grace! I need to talk to you."
Grace opened the door.
Clara came in, looking sneaky, holding the jewelry box Seraphina had given her.
Clara shushed her and whispered, "Henry sent this. Your dad doesn't know. If he finds out, he'll be angry! Find a time to return it to Henry, and don't clash with him. He still has some leverage over Oliver!"
Clara, once so proud, had learned to be humble.
Grace felt both pity and sorrow.
She took the jewelry box and said softly, "I'll return it tomorrow."
Clara, relieved, told her to get some sleep. Grace replied, "Goodnight, Clara."
The door closed gently.
Grace hugged Sherry and slowly drifted into sleep.
Across the city, in the president's office of the Montague Group, Henry stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of red wine. The platinum wedding ring on his finger shone brightly.
He had just acquired a company.
This month, the Montague Group's performance had increased by 21% year-on-year. Henry was the most eligible bachelor in the city. After the celebration party, he was alone, thinking of Grace.
The more lively it was, the more he missed Grace, remembering how she used to wait for him at the villa each evening until the late night hours. With no one there to greet him anymore, the thought of going back held little appeal.
Henry dialed Grace's number late at night, and the phone rang with a busy tone.
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