Chapter 186 The Brooch Given to the Beloved
Nolan nodded again, "Mom, don't worry. I know."
Elizabeth touched his head gently and said, "Go grab your laptop. I'll keep it safe for you."
Nolan stood up. "Okay, hang on a sec."
He went to his room, got the laptop, and handed it to Elizabeth. "Here you go."
Elizabeth took it and placed it on her desk. "Nolan, will you be upset if I take your laptop?"
Nolan shook his head. "Mom, I know you're doing this for my good. You're worried I might hack Michael's network again and he'll come after me."
Nolan walked closer to Elizabeth and hugged her. "Mom, I know you love me. I love you too."
Elizabeth was touched and hugged him back.
She patted his back. "Alright, go play in your room. I'll give it back to you eventually."
Nolan nodded and left.
He closed the door for Elizabeth.
Elizabeth watched Nolan leave, standing there in a daze, worried about his behavior.
She then noticed the birthday gift Michael had given her, still sitting on the table. She picked it up and examined it closely.
The flower-shaped brooch lay in the velvet box.
Several diamonds sparkled brilliantly under the light.
The one in the center, so large, was clearly very valuable.
A diamond was a symbol of eternal love.
Michael must understand the significance of giving a diamond between a man and a woman.
Elizabeth couldn't understand why Michael would give her such an expensive birthday gift.
And not just a diamond, but a brooch? Didn't he know that brooches were given to someone special?
Could it be that he just thought the brooch was pretty and gave it to her on a whim?
Or maybe he had so much money that it didn't matter to him?
Did he realize that giving her such a gift would make her have thoughts she shouldn't have?
She would speculate about his intentions, wondering if he gave her the diamond brooch because he couldn't forget her.
Elizabeth's emotions were in turmoil. She held the brooch in her palm and then pinned it to her lapel in front of the mirror.
She looked at herself in the vanity mirror, her eyes sparkling, her face flushed, and her expression bright.
At that moment, she wanted to hear Michael's voice.
So, she couldn't help but call him.
For the first time, she nervously held her phone, listening to the ringtone, like a girl waiting for her lover's reply.
In the jewelry store, Calla was dragging Michael to help her pick out jewelry.
Her reason was that she used to work in a hospital where jewelry was not allowed, so she didn't know much about it and didn't know what to buy.
She looked at Michael with admiration in her eyes and said, "Michael, I trust your taste."
She thought, 'Michael, you gave your ex-wife such an expensive diamond; I want to see what you'll give me.'
Michael heard his phone ring, saw it was Elizabeth calling, and answered, "What's up?"
Elizabeth exhaled. She placed her right hand on her chest.
Her voice carried a slight, almost imperceptible tremor and nervousness. "Michael."
Michael, hearing her gentle voice, couldn't help but respond, "I'm here."
"I wanted to ask you, why did you give me such an expensive birthday gift?" Elizabeth asked.
Michael said, "A gift is meant to be given. Since I gave it to you, just accept it."
Elizabeth continued. "But this gift is very expensive."
Michael replied, "Don't worry about the price. It's just a gift."
Right then, Calla's voice cut through to Elizabeth, "Michael, do you think this ring is pretty?"
Elizabeth's delightful thoughts instantly cooled when she heard Calla's voice. Michael was with Calla at a jewelry store.
They were picking out rings?
Were they getting engaged so soon?
How long had they been together? Was their relationship already that strong?
She touched the brooch on her lapel, wondering if the gift Michael gave Calla was even more valuable.
At that thought, Elizabeth suddenly realized she was jealous of Calla.
She hurriedly removed the brooch from her clothes and angrily threw it back into the box.
Her voice turned cold. "Michael, since you're busy, I won't bother you. Thanks for your gift."
Before Michael could respond, she hung up the phone.
Michael, with his mouth open, didn't have time to explain. He looked at the phone screen displaying the end of the call and suddenly lost all interest in everything.
He didn't even want to make small talk with Carla. "I'm tired. Let's go back," he said.
Calla knew he was angry, but she didn't care. After all, she just wanted to provoke Elizabeth, and she had achieved her goal.
She put down the ring she was looking at and was about to link arms with him.
Michael noticed her preoccupation as well. He stood still, watching her intently. "I would like to ask that in the future, you remain silent when I'm on the phone."
Hearing this, Calla felt her anger swell in her chest.
She held back her anger, still pretending to smile, and asked him, "Michael, do you not want others to know we're together? Are you concerned about someone's feelings?"
Michael looked at her and slowly said, "It's basic courtesy."
After saying that, Michael strode out of the jewelry store.
Calla followed behind him, suppressing her anger, and left as well.
Now, she felt more and more that having a one-night stand with Anthony that night was nothing to feel guilty about!
Michael didn't care about her at all! He didn't even have her in his heart!
Michael had the driver take Calla back to Moonlit Grove while he returned to Stellar Enterprises.
As soon as Calla stepped into the mansion, the expression she had maintained all the way fell apart.
Her face turned cold instantly.
She stormed into the living room, changed her clothes and shoes, and strode back to her room.
She wanted to slam the door forcefully, but she restrained herself, not wanting to lose her temper in front of the servants. She couldn't afford to ruin the carefully maintained image of composure and grace.
Otherwise, Michael would reconsider whether to let her stay by Eloise's side to take care of her.
After all, Michael valued Eloise more than his own life.
Calla sat at her desk and pulled out a stack of paper from the drawer. She sat in the chair, her face twisted, and grabbed the stack of paper, tearing it into pieces, one stack at a time. She could only vent her anger like this.
Feeling tired, Calla was lying on the bed.
There was a knock on the door. She didn't want to respond.
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