Chapter 1096 Agreements Can Change, Jane
Jane frowned in confusion.
Anthony, enduring the pain in his chest, said, "Can you stay by my side and stop talking about leaving?"
"But wasn't that what we agreed on from the beginning?" Jane looked at him seriously, knowing full well that Anthony had always been evasive about her leaving, and she reminded him of this.
"Agreements can change," Anthony said.
"But the things we've been through are facts. They left scars on my heart. Even if the wounds heal, the scars remain." Jane lowered her eyes, her long lashes covering her eyelids. "You know, I’ve always loved beauty and can't stand scars," Jane said.
He asked, "If you can't stand me, can you stand my mother?" If she couldn't, why did she choose to move to the Clark Manor?
Jane looked at him sadly and spoke calmly but cruelly, "You and your mother are different."
It was because Anthony was special to her that she felt it hard to endure being around him constantly.
Moving to the Clark Manor, facing Ann day and night, made Jane's wavering heart clearly see the insurmountable gap between her and Anthony.
The next day, Ann came again, bringing not only soup but also some good oatmeal.
"What is this..." Ann looked at the servant behind Jane, who was pushing luggage, a bit stunned and somewhat guessing but not daring to believe.
"Didn't you invite me to the Clark Manor?" Jane asked calmly, "Mrs. Clark, are you having second thoughts?"
"Of course not!" Ann was overjoyed, not expecting things to go so smoothly.
"I can leave now," Jane said.
"Okay, okay!" Ann was so happy that she was at a loss, "Then get in the car. Wait, go check if there's a family minivan in Anthony's garage. It's safer."
The servant glanced at Jane, and seeing no objection, quickly went to the garage.
Ann was really something. A while ago, she wanted Jane to abort the child, and now she was acting so happy!
After a while, a bodyguard drove out a million-dollar SUV from the garage. "Mrs. Clark, there's no family minivan here. Will this SUV do?"
Ann looked at it twice, not knowing much about cars, reluctantly nodded. "This will do for now. Tomorrow, go to the car dealership and get Jane a family minivan."
Jane, as the person involved, was dumbfounded.
Ann really changed too quickly, without feeling awkward at all.
But this had its advantages. Jane would take the SUV to the Clark Manor, and Ann would take her own car, so they wouldn't have to be in a confined space together.
The road from Emerald Gardens to the Clark Manor wasn't too far, taking about half an hour without traffic.
Someone carefully helped Jane out of the car.
Jane looked up at the solemn gates of the Clark Manor. After the last farewell, she never thought she would come here again.
Or rather, when she first decided to keep the child, she never thought she would one day compromise for the child's sake.
She was never one to compromise easily.
"Ms. Watkins, we've arranged a secondary bedroom on the left side of the second floor for you, with a private balcony. If you don't like that room, you can choose any other room except Mrs. Clark's and Mr. Clark's," Sadie greeted Jane.
Sadie specifically mentioned Ann, wanting Jane to know that Ann was very sincere this time, hoping to repair the relationship between Jane and Ann. But once broken, human relationships weren't so easily mended.
Jane thanked Sadie and went upstairs to check the room prepared for her. It was a nearly 2,000-square-foot suite, luxuriously decorated. Though not Jane's preferred style, the taste was impeccable, especially compared to the small storage room she stayed in months ago. This was like heaven.
"Ms. Watkins, Mrs. Clark invites you downstairs for some soup."
After a while, a servant came to invite her.
"Okay." Inviting Jane for soup was just an excuse; the real intention was probably to talk.
Ann sat at the head of the dining table, fiddling with the bracelet on her wrist. Hearing the sound from the stairs, she looked up. "Oh! Quickly, help Jane, don't let her fall and hurt my grandchild!"
Jane was used to going downstairs by herself and didn't feel that being pregnant made her disabled. Anthony only had servants by her side though he was worried about her. But Ann acted as if she was afraid Jane would fall, no, afraid she would hurt the baby in her belly.
They had just started living together, and Jane already felt uncomfortable.
"Have some soup. It's freshly heated from the kitchen." Ann signaled the servant to bring the soup to Jane's table, her eyes never leaving Jane's belly.
Jane sipped the soup slowly. It was her first time drinking soup Ann had brought.
The taste was mediocre, nowhere near Billy's cooking.
As she pursed her lips, she suddenly heard Ann ask, "Is it a boy or a girl?"
"I don't know."
"Didn't you ask the doctor?" Ann frowned, then quickly said, "I have a friend who's an obstetrics expert. You should go see her tomorrow to check the baby's gender."
The displeasure Jane had accumulated since entering the door was about to erupt. She put down her spoon.
Jane's clear eyes silently stared at Ann. "Mrs. Clark, if I'm carrying your granddaughter instead of your grandson, are you not going to want her?"
It wasn't a good emotion, carrying an obvious question and a hint of disappointment.
Jane hoped Ann would like the baby, not treat it differently because of its gender.
"No, no, grandsons and granddaughters are both fine, they're all Anthony's children." Ann's face showed a rare hint of embarrassment.
Ann naturally hoped for a grandson, but thinking that this grandson would be Jane's child, and that Anthony would marry another woman in the future, wouldn't this child be a burden to her future daughter-in-law?
But if it was a granddaughter, it would be different. A granddaughter just needed money to be raised well and wouldn't compete for the family inheritance.
Jane put down the spoon and didn't pick it up again, having lost her appetite for the soup.
She didn't believe a word Ann said.
But fortunately, Jane came to the Clark Manor to nurture her pregnancy. At least Ann would be watching and expecting these months. If it turned out to be a girl, Ann probably wouldn't dislike her.
Because Ann had been deceived by Aurora, her expectation for the child was greater than her expectation for a boy or girl.
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