Chapter 137 Wishing to Slap Himself
First off, Amara could spend more time focusing on her pregnancy, and second, she could give more attention to Leopold.
Most importantly, she was about to marry into a rich family, so finishing college didn't really matter.
So, on Monday, Amara handed in her withdrawal application to the school.
She said it was for health reasons, so the approval shouldn't take long.
Since she was already at school, Amara figured she might as well head to the dorm and pack her stuff.
There were no classes on Monday afternoon, so Amara pushed the door open and walked in; her roommates were all there.
Amara had moved out of the dorm a while ago, though some of her things were still there, she hardly ever came back.
Her sudden appearance caught her roommates off guard.
"Amara, what are you doing here? Aren't you living with your boyfriend?"
"Did you forget something? Just text us, and we can have someone bring it to you."
Amara smirked and lifted her chin a bit, "I'm here to pack my things. I've decided to drop out."
Today, she was rocking a new Chanel sweater and wool skirt, with a classic Burberry trench coat over it.
She was carrying a Hermès bag that Elodie had given her.
She looked super elegant and wealthy.
Every move she made screamed high-society lady.
Her roommates, who had never seen such a display, couldn't help but exchange astonished looks.
Lily, who was closest to Amara, was shocked. "Dropping out is a big deal, Amara. Don't act on impulse."
The others nodded in agreement. "Exactly! Dropping out is different from taking a leave of absence. If you regret it, there's no going back."
"Regret? Why would I regret?" Amara scoffed, "Once I've made up my mind, I never regret it."
"But you've already completed two years. Isn't it a waste to quit now?"
Amara smiled slightly, "Not at all. Life is about making choices. Let me tell you a secret, I'm pregnant and about to marry into a wealthy family."
Amara deliberately lowered her voice, but her tone was full of pride and smugness.
"Right now, the most important thing for me is to have the baby and learn how to be a proper high-society wife. As for my education, I'll deal with that later," Amara said.
With money, was there any school in the world she couldn't attend?
"So, Amara, do your family know about your pregnancy and dropping out?"
Thinking of her indifferent father and her mother who only cared about gambling, Amara couldn't help but sneer, "This is my own business; they don't need to know. Even if they did, they wouldn't care."
Amara spoke nonchalantly, but her roommates frowned.
"Amara, I think you should reconsider."
"Yeah, I agree with Lily. We've worked so hard through middle and high school to get into college. Don't give up so easily."
Not to mention, Amara was pregnant out of wedlock. Even if she did get married, there could still be a chance of divorce.
Her roommates wanted to say more, but seeing Amara's irritated expression, they knew she wouldn't listen. Saying more would only annoy her.
Everyone had to bear the consequences of their own decisions. They were merely bystanders.
"Looking around, there's nothing I want to take." Amara scrutinized her old belongings with disdain.
The makeup wasn't high-end, the clothes weren't new, and everything seemed cheap and inadequate.
She was different now, and her old things no longer matched her current status.
"See if there's anything you want. If not, just toss it for me."
"What? You're leaving everything?"
"Yep."
Amara walked out of the dorm without taking a single thing and called her driver as soon as she stepped out of the school gate.
Amidst the surprised, envious, jealous, and speculative stares around her, Amara calmly got into the back seat and left in style.
That evening, Amara found Leopold had surprisingly come home.
She greeted him with a smile, "Leopold, I have good news. I submitted my withdrawal application today. From now on, I can stay home and take care of you and our baby."
Leopold had just finished a business dinner. The company was facing some issues with an ongoing bidding project.
He had finally resolved it, and as soon as he got home, before he could even take off his coat, he heard Amara's "good news."
Instantly, he looked at Amara. "Do you know what you're doing?"
Amara didn't catch the doubt in his voice and thought Leopold was moved by her sacrifice. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she said softly, "Leopold, are you worried about me? I've thought it through. You and the baby are the most important to me. For you, I can give up anything. Just don't resent me anymore, and be good to me and the baby."
Leopold sneered and said indifferently, "If you don't want to study, just say so. I have nothing to do with your dropout. Your business is none of my concern. Do whatever you want."
If she didn't value herself, did she expect him to remind her?
People were different, after all.
And Amara and Camilla were worlds apart.
At such moments, Leopold wished he could slap himself.
In June, after the rainy season, it started to get warmer.
Camilla woke up in the morning to find that the succulents at home had grown, and the roses climbing the edge of the balcony were blooming in clusters.
Everything looked vibrant and full of life.
She had been rushing to meet deadlines in the lab, fully immersed in her experiments and constantly updating her research data.
Every time she came home, it was in a hurry, so she hadn't had time to look at the flowers and plants.
On a rare, less busy morning, Camilla carefully watered the plants, loosened the soil, pulled out the weeds, and fed the fish in the tank.
She arrived at the lab on time, greeted everyone, and then started her work for the day.
She had already completed 42 sets of data collection, with 12 single columns and 15 control groups remaining. The task was daunting and required her full attention.
Betty was two minutes late today. Her husband was on a business trip, and her in-laws were hospitalized, so the task of taking her son to school naturally fell on her.
She also got stuck in traffic during rush hour, which gave her a headache.
Betty said, "Recently, I've been so unlucky. I broke two bowls this morning, and on the way to drop my son off at school, my car almost got scratched. I think I need to find some time to pray."
Hector couldn't help but chime in, "Since when did you become so superstitious? Weren't you the one who said to believe in science?"
Betty sighed, "When science can't fix the problem, I can only turn to God. My mother-in-law is still in the hospital, suffering from rheumatism and in severe pain."
Camilla paused and looked back at Betty.
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