Chapter 96
Nina screamed in pain, gritting her teeth in anger. "What a lunatic, cares about nobody except her child, not even Sylvester."
She busied herself applying burn ointment, while planning how to deal with Calliope when Sylvester returned.
At that moment, Sylvester happened to come home. Nina hurried over, deliberately exposing the red swelling on her chest, speaking in a weak voice, "Sylvester, you're back. Calliope is here too, go check on her, she's not in a good mood."
Sylvester squinted slightly, noticing the injury on her chest, and asked coldly, "How did this happen?"
Nina feigned surprise, quickly covering the wound and waving her hand. "It's nothing, I accidentally spilled Calliope's chicken soup. Pregnant women have mood swings in the early stages, I understand."
Sylvester glanced at Nina's injury, thinking that Calliope's temper seemed to be getting worse, even worse than his? Then he stepped into the elevator and went upstairs.
Pushing open the door, he saw Calliope quietly reading a book about pregnancy, so calm as if hinting at the presence of the baby in her womb.
He snatched the book away and asked coldly, "Why didn't you come home last night?"
Calliope turned around indifferently, picked up another book about pregnancy, and said lightly, "Don't worry about it, you have your beloved with you, of course I couldn't disturb you."
Calliope's tone made him a bit puzzled, was she complaining about him bringing Nina home?
Sylvester observed Calliope with interest, realizing her calmness was not a facade. "You did it on purpose?"
Could it be that Calliope was at fault?
She thought Sylvester had changed, but he was still siding with Nina. Calliope smiled with a hint of sarcasm. "Yes, it was on purpose! I suppose she has already exaggerated the story to you."
Talking to Calliope made Sylvester feel exhausted, she could really drive someone mad!
"I just asked where you went last night?" he insisted on returning to the original question, but Calliope retorted unceremoniously, "None of your business!"
"I've been your wife for a while now," Calliope spoke casually, already having the next words in mind.
"And then?" Sylvester's face was full of displeasure.
"I'm short on money, can you give me $100,000? After all, I've been your wife for so long and I'm pregnant." Calliope's request was straightforward and blunt, which was not easy for her proud nature.
Sylvester let out a self-mocking sneer, he could never see through Calliope. Whenever he thought she was different, she would do something to belittle herself; when he thought she was complicated, he found her heart was actually pure as ever.
Sylvester said nothing more and turned to leave.
Calliope looked angrily at his departing figure, a mere $100,000, and he was so stingy.
As Sylvester left, he overheard some servants gossiping about Nina and Calliope. Only then did he piece together the whole story, sighing inwardly at how naive Calliope was.
The next day, as Sylvester was driving out of the parking lot, someone blocked his car again. After braking, he saw it was the same guy as before.
Tom ran up to the car window, shouting eagerly, "Sylvester, come on, a mere $100,000 is nothing to you. Just give me $100,000, and I'll spill the beans on Calliope's true nature!"
Sylvester started to suspect the connection between this guy and Calliope. He also asked for $100,000, and today Calliope mentioned the same thing. A thought crossed his mind—could Calliope be planning to give the money to him?
Tom couldn't get enough of Sylvester's Maybach, touching it all over, then started babbling, "I heard this car is worth millions of dollars. I've never been in such an expensive car."
Talking about money, his eyes sparkled.
Sylvester looked at him with disdain. "Say it or don't, I don't care."
Tom seemed oblivious to his coldness, still grinning. "Calliope is no rich girl, she's an illegitimate child, not worthy of the name! What overseas study? She grew up in Maplewood Grove Lane, a poor neighborhood! Calliope was raised by me! I didn't expect to raise an ingrate. I just asked her for some money because I lost in gambling, and she got mad at me. Her mom was just a prostitute, a plaything for others."
Sylvester's eyes clouded with doubt. His Calliope, an illegitimate child?
"You're a gambler?" Sylvester looked up and down at the scruffy man.
Tom laughed dryly, trying not to let Sylvester look down on him. "I just gamble a little for fun occasionally."
"When you're out of money, you go to Calliope?" Sylvester obviously didn't believe him, treating it as a joke.
Tom's face was full of self-righteousness. "I raised her. Is it too much to ask her for some money occasionally?"
Sylvester's disgust for Tom had reached its peak, but to find out the truth, he had to suppress his emotions.
"Why did you tell me this? Do you think I'll believe you just because you said it? You know, if this is true, they will face a tragic end, including yourself!" Sylvester's lips curled into a smile that was hard to read, his voice cold.
"Calliope, that bitch, refused to give me money! I raised her for so long, and she won't even give me a mere $100,000! What do I care about her fate? I'm telling the truth, what do I have to fear?" Tom said angrily, completely unaware that Sylvester's face had turned ashen.
In Sylvester's mind, Tom had been completely labeled as a scoundrel. He wanted to drag him out and teach him a lesson right away.
"If you're just here to say this nonsense, you can leave," Sylvester said coldly.
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