Chapter 159 Congratulations, You're Going to Be a Dad
The crowd was overjoyed.
They thought, 'Oh my God! Are we finally getting rid of Amara?'
For the first time, a few people thought Elodie was so impressive.
Soon, the large villa was left with only Amara.
She looked at the empty living room, dumbfounded.
At night, the Wipere family's old mansion.
As soon as Clara entered, she saw Elodie sitting on the sofa, with a masseuse giving her a shoulder and neck massage. "Mom? You're back?"
"Yeah."
"Weren't you taking care of Amara?"
It had been more than half a month, why did she suddenly come back without saying a word?
Something was off!
Elodie snorted coldly, "Don't mention her, just hearing about her annoys me!"
"What happened?" Clara sat next to her.
Elodie began to vent her grievances, recounting all the injustices she had suffered at the villa.
By the end, she even stopped the masseuse, stood up, crossed her arms, and started cursing Amara, "I've never seen a more despicable woman! If I had known, I would have let Leopold be with Camilla!"
At least Camilla had boundaries, manners, and class!
The more she compared, the more Elodie regretted it.
Seeing her mother so upset, Clara's eyes welled up with tears, almost falling, feeling indignant.
It seemed that slap last time didn't do much.
She should have hit her more!
"And your brother," Mentioning Leopold, Elodie felt truly wronged, "He actually believed that bitch's words, thinking I tampered with his documents and wouldn't admit it! He'd rather believe her than me! I'm his mother!"
"Leopold is too much! I'll call him right now!" Clara took out her phone.
Elodie didn't stop her.
She thought, 'Why should I take the blame? It wasn't me.'
The call rang for half a minute before it was answered.
"Leopold! Mom's back home, did you know?"
Leopold was in a private room discussing a collaboration with Oliver.
Recently, the short drama market had exploded. Oliver had invested in several media companies a while ago, catching the wave and making a fortune. But who would ever think they had enough money?
So he wanted to bring Leopold on board, expand the scale, and get a bigger piece of the pie.
They had almost finalized the deal, planning to have their subordinates meet the next day to sign the contract.
That was when Clara's call came in.
"Home? Which home?" Leopold asked.
"Of course, the old mansion! She was so upset by you and Amara that her vertigo almost relapsed, and you two are fine, one eating and sleeping well in the villa, the other enjoying at a bar!"
Clara could hear the background noise, music, and drumming, clearly in an entertainment venue.
Elodie cooperatively held her forehead, starting to moan.
Leopold frowned, "Is Mom okay? Did you take her to the hospital?"
Clara sneered, "Now you care? Where were you earlier? You and Amara are the same! Mom kindly took care of her, and she deliberately made things difficult, and you believed her over our mom. Leopold, I'm so disappointed in you!"
With that, Clara hung up.
Leopold held his phone, looking stunned.
He thought, 'Disappointed? Maybe.'
He smirked self-deprecatingly.
Oliver, though he hadn't heard the whole conversation, guessed it was mostly family matters from the snippets.
Thinking about Leopold's current situation, he didn't know how to comfort him.
Leopold ordered a bottle of vodka, one glass, two glasses...
Seeing him drink so recklessly, Oliver quickly advised, "Leopold, this vodka is strong, you should drink less!"
'Don't end up in the hospital again.' He thought.
Leopold still held the glass, not putting it down. "Where's your phone? Give it to me."
"Why do you need my phone?" Oliver asked, puzzled, as he handed it over.
Halfway through, Leopold eagerly grabbed it and dialed Camilla's number.
Soon, a familiar female voice came through.
Leopold, like a man parched in the desert finally seeing water, spoke urgently, "Camilla, I miss you so much."
Camilla was puzzled.
Oliver thought, 'Will Camilla never answer his calls again?'
"Camilla, please come back, okay? I know I was wrong. We promised to grow old together, and now, after such a short time, you're leaving me? Let the past be the past. Whether you want to go to grad school or work, whatever you want to do, I'll support you unconditionally. And, remember our plan last year to watch the sunset and count the stars together? Have you forgotten?"
Leopold rambled, his voice hoarse.
He was almost groveling.
But Camilla remained silent, not responding.
Leopold continued, "It was all my fault before. I now realize how much you did for me. Camilla, I love you, I can't live without you."
"Are you done?" Finally, she responded.
But she said, "I heard you're going to be a dad, congratulations."
With just one sentence, Camilla completely crushed him.
Leopold's eyes lost focus, and his hand holding the phone dropped weakly.
She said congratulations.
He thought, 'Haha, Camilla actually said congratulations! So she knows everything! She is fully aware!'
Oliver cautiously asked, "Leopold, are you okay? What did Camilla say?"
Leopold smiled and waved. "Forget it, let's drink! We're not leaving until we're drunk tonight!"
With that, he grabbed the bottle and chugged it.
Oliver, scared by his drinking, quickly stopped him, "You can't drink like this, it's vodka!"
Leopold suddenly paused, "Oliver, do you think if I drink myself to death, she'll come to see me?"
Oliver was terrified, "Leopold, it's not that serious, listen to me, it's really not."
When Oliver helped Leopold out, he looked a bit flushed but still quite sober.
"Leopold, I'll take you home."
"No need." Leopold waved, grabbing his coat from Oliver's arm. "I'll go myself."
Seeing he was still clear-headed, Oliver didn't insist. "Alright. Text me when you get home."
The night was deep, the moonlight pale.
Opening the door, the entire villa was as quiet as a haunted house.
Leopold went straight upstairs to the study.
He turned on the computer and pulled up the surveillance footage.
When designing the villa's security system, the security team had suggested installing cameras, so he did, making them discreet, and had never used them.
He wanted to see who had tampered with the documents.
And how Amara and Elodie usually interacted.
He clicked into the storage drive and found it had saved the past year's footage.
Divided into 12 monthly folders.
Feeling a hunch, he opened the earliest one.
A year ago.
Back then, he and Camilla hadn't broken up yet.
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