Chapter 39 Letting him raise her child
<Chapter>Chapter 39 Aaron’s friend? </Chapter>
Charles's eyes glinted with scorn at Martha's words.
"Martha, Mr. Wyatt just called me. He made it clear he wants nothing more to do with you. You nearly got him killed," Charles taunted.
What?
Martha was stunned.
Just days before, Mr. Wyatt had vowed to back her against Nora. What could've prompted such a drastic change of heart?
"That’s impossible. You're lying to me," Martha retorted in disbelief, frantically pulling out her phone to call Mr. Wyatt.
After a few rings, the call connected.
"Mr. Wyatt, it's me…" Martha began urgently.
"I know it's you, Martha. This is the last time I'll take your call. Don't ever contact me again. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other," Mr. Wyatt said flatly, and the line went dead.
Martha stood frozen, her face a kaleidoscope of emotions.
How could this happen?
What exactly went down?
Why did Mr. Wyatt suddenly want to cut her off?
She needed answers, and fast.
Without another word to Charles, Martha rushed to the hospital.
Upon reaching the private ward, she was stopped dead by two burly bodyguards.
Fire burning in her chest, she snapped, "How dare you block my way? Do you have any idea who I am?"
"The boss' orders were clear – you're not allowed anywhere near him. Please leave immediately," one bodyguard stated, impassive.
Gasping for breath, Martha protested, "No, I need to see Mr. Wyatt. Mr. Wyatt, it's Martha! Please, just let me see you!"
Her shouts echoed outside the ward. Then, someone stepped out.
Martha's cries cut off abruptly, a flicker of guilt crossing her eyes.
It was Mr. Wyatt's wife, his actual wife, the last person Martha wanted to face.
"Mrs.... Mrs. Wyatt," Martha whispered, a nervous edge to her voice.
Mrs. Wyatt, sporting a chic, short haircut, stood before her, unwavering.
She squared up in front of Martha and, without a moment's hesitation, raised her hand and delivered a stinging slap across her face.
"You shameless hussy, flirting at your age! It's because of your phone call that Mr. Wyatt nearly met his death! Seize her, strip her of her clothes, and throw her out! If she dares pester Mr. Wyatt again, beat her each time you see her – just don't kill her!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
The two bodyguards immediately responded, grabbing hold of Martha and mercilessly began peeling off her clothes.
Martha, mortified and furious, screamed, “Don’t touch me! Mrs. Wyatt, are you there? Mr. Wyatt, it's me, come out and see me…”
“Quiet her!”
Mrs. Wyatt snapped a command, and one of the bodyguards yanked off his own dank sock and gagged Martha with it.
As passersby pointed and murmured, her embarrassment and panic grew.
Why is this happening? Why is Mr. Wyatt distancing himself from her? Without Mr. Wyatt's support, what will she do?
In a suburban courtyard home.
Aaron had crafted several mini bows and arrows and was teaching the little ones how to shoot.
Apart from Samantha who was slacking off, her brothers were taking the lesson seriously, their youthful faces stern with concentration and beads of sweat on their foreheads.
Suddenly, the phone lying nearby rang.
Samantha was the first to drop her bow and run for the phone.
“This number looks so weird, must be another spam call,” Samantha mused.
Aaron glanced at the caller number. It was no spam call. It had to be Edric calling from a secure line.
“Samantha, pass me the phone and go check on the boys' progress with their shooting, will you?”
“Sure thing.”
Grinning, Samantha handed him the phone and skipped off to evaluate her brothers' target practice.
Aaron smoothly wheeled himself inside and called Edric back.
"What's up?"
"Aaron, I saw Nora downtown today, she was being hassled by Lucas, so I stepped in to help her," Edric's voice crackled through the line.
"That's it?"
He thought it was something serious.
"Aaron, I got coffee all over for taking Nora's side because of you," Edric complained.
"Who threw coffee at you?" Aaron asked.
"Ugh, Jenny, Nora's friend and an employee at my entertainment company. That klutz thought I was taking advantage of Nora."
Edric paused for a moment, "But I gotta say, Nora is pretty stunning, even more so in person than in her pictures."
Aaron's face darkened slightly. "I've told you to keep your distance from her."
"Come on, you're all overprotective like a mama bear. What's the real issue? You owe me, man."
"Yeah, I got it. Hanging up now."
Aaron ended the call and stared into space, lips pressed together thin.
Lucas was still pestering Nora.
What did Nora really want?
Why hadn't she divorced Lucas yet?
Outside.
Nora drove back home.
"Kiddos, I'm home!"
Nora parked the car and walked into the courtyard.
Three little rascals dashed towards her.
"Mommy, why did you change cars? What happened to the old one?"
Alex's sharp eyes picked up on the different car, and he inquired.
"The car broke down, so it's at the shop getting fixed. I'm borrowing this one from my Godmother."
Nora's eyes flickered, not wanting to worry the little ones with the truth.
Her car had been trashed by Mr. Wyatt's goons.
Mr. Wyatt had lent her a replacement to drive home.
"Oh, all right. Mommy, look—we've been practicing archery!"
The kids, undistracted by the car swap, pulled Nora over to show off their target practice.
Nora saw the arrows shot by the boys, some nearing the ninth ring, and couldn't help but give them a thumbs up.
"Wow, you guys are pretty good at this."
"It's Mr. Thomas who taught us well."
Billy's eyes sparkled as he looked over at Aaron.
Nora's gaze followed, landing on Aaron's face.
Just a moment ago, Aaron had been all smiles with Billy.
But now his expression turned stern as he faced Nora.
"Push me inside, I need to use the restroom."
Nora blinked, then pushed him over.
This man, always wearing such a grumpy face.
Was he upset about her coming home late?
Nora wheeled Aaron into the ground floor of the house.
Watching her as she helped him, Aaron asked, "Did your car really break down?"
Momentarily stopping in her actions, Nora said, "No, just ran into a bit of trouble, but it was a false alarm."
Aaron was about to ask her what happened, but his mind quickly jumped to Lucas, assuming it must involve her ex.
"Nora, have you and your ex not finished the divorce proceedings yet? Are you having second thoughts about leaving him?"
Helping him onto the facilities, Nora let out a sigh.
"Divorcing, yes, but in no rush."
No rush?
She sure seemed laid-back about it.
Maybe deep down she wanted to rekindle that old flame.
Aaron had just relieved himself, and as Nora efficiently helped him into his pants, he scoffed.
"Do you actually enjoy keeping people on the hook? Is that how you showcase your charm?"
Nora looked up at Aaron with steady eyes and gave a stern face.
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