Chapter 75 Visiting the Parents
Before Charles could respond, Elizabeth hung up the phone.
It relieved a lot of her pent-up frustration.
After that, she hailed a taxi to Nancy's apartment.
The taxi pulled up at Nancy's apartment, and after Elizabeth paid, she hopped out.
She stood by the gate, taking it all in for a moment.
She glanced at the row of bungalows near the entrance.
It looked like all the tin sheets on the roofs had vanished overnight. The roofs were freshly repaired.
'Must be the Thomas Family', Elizabeth thought. Finally, they did something right. No more tin sheets flying off became threatening danger to the pedestrians.
She had been lucky to have Micheal shield her from one, but who knew when the wind might kick up again and someone else could get hurt.
The wind, as if hearing her inner thoughts, gradually grew stronger, as if trying to confirm something. Elizabeth tightened her coat and walked inside.
Once home, she changed into her slippers and put on her loungewear.
"Mom, I'm back," she called out.
Nancy was on the balcony putting things away. Hearing Elizabeth's voice, she turned and asked, "Elizabeth, have you eaten?"
Elizabeth, pretending to be exhausted, sat down on the sofa, though she truly felt drained. "I haven't eaten, but I'm not hungry."
On the coffee table, a glass vase held a bunch of blooming lilies.
The white flowers looked lovely and cozy under the soft yellow light, filling the room with a sweet fragrance.
The sight of the flowers lightened up Elizabeth instantly.
"Mom, when did you get these flowers? They're so pretty," she asked.
Nancy replied, "This afternoon. I passed by the market and saw a bunch of people selling flowers, so I grabbed some to brighten up the place."
Elizabeth half-lay on the sofa, eyes on the lilies, and smiled, "Mom, we should get flowers more often."
Nancy laughed, "Elizabeth, what's your favorite flower?"
Elizabeth thought for a second, "I think it's daisies. They last long and they're cheap."
Nancy chuckled, "Alright, daisies it is next time."
Then Nancy asked, "By the way, how's Michael? Still in the hospital?"
Elizabeth, lying down, peeled an orange and mumbled, "He's out. Mary took him back to the villa. They've got doctors and nurses at home. He can get out of bed now, but he still needs a wheelchair."
Nancy asked, "Is it serious?"
Elizabeth, still munching on the orange, replied, "The leg injury isn's too bad. The emergency doc stitched it up. But he was out in the cold that night and got hurt, so he got a fever and pneumonia. He's probably still on an IV."
Nancy stopped mopping, looking worried, "Pneumonia? Fever?"
Elizabeth said, "He's on an IV every day. Don't worry about him; he's got plenty of people looking after him at home."
Nancy kept mopping and said, "Elizabeth, I'm worried about you. You and Michael can't always be like this. It seems like things are getting better between you two. Michael doesn't seem like he's going to let you go. Didn't you say he wouldn't let you keep the babies? The babies are almost three months now, and your belly's showing. How are you gonna explain that to him? Are you getting divorced or not?"
Elizabeth lay quietly on the sofa, pondering.
Nancy tentatively asked, "Elizabeth, I've got some money saved. How about we apply to a university abroad? You can study overseas. That way, you won't see him for two or three years. By then, the babies will be born, and he can't do anything about it."
Elizabeth didn't answer, and Nancy quietly walked over, seeing that Elizabeth had fallen asleep on the sofa.
Nancy sighed softly, touched her head, brought a blanket from the bedroom, tugged Elizabeth in it, and then turned off the living room light.
The next morning, Nancy changed her shoes and went out to buy groceries.
Before leaving, she glanced at Elizabeth, who was still sleeping on the sofa.
Nancy gently closed the door.
Soon, there was a knock on the door, waking Elizabeth up. She thought Nancy had gone out and forgotten her keys.
She had just gotten up from the sofa, her hair a mess. Her loose loungewear had slipped off one shoulder. In this disheveled state, she opened the door.
Michael's bodyguard, as well as Michael, stood at the door, hands resting on the handles of a wheechair.
Michael looked up and saw Elizabeth in this state and immediately yelled at the bodyguard, "Turn around!"
His words instantly woke Elizabeth up.
The bodyguard turned his head and Michael wheeled himself into the living room.
Michael turned to the bodyguard and said, "Bring the gifts up now."
Elizabeth rubbed her eyes, surprised to see Michael, and asked, "Michael, why are you here?"
Michael looked up at Elizabeth and teased, "Elizabeth, is this how you treat guests?"
Elizabeth, still half-asleep and confused, heard Michael's words and instinctively reacted.
Elizabeth stepped aside, allowing Michael, who was in a wheelchair, to enter the room.
Michael looked at Elizabeth and said, "Go change your clothes first."
Hearing this, Elizabeth remembered she found herself in her pajamas, which must be changed into by Nancy.
Elizabeth quickly ran back to her room, changed her clothes, and returned to the living room.
Less than five minutes later, the doorbell rang again. Elizabeth went to open the door.
Michael's bodyguard stood outside, each of his hands holding several gift boxes.
Elizabeth passed Michael a puzzled look. Michael directly instructed the bodyguard, "Put them down and leave. Wait for me downstairs"
Elizabeth asked Michael, a bit confused, "Why are you bringing all this stuff so early in the morning?"
Michael looked at her, his eyes unblinking, and replied, "Where's your mom? I'm here to meet her."
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