Chapter 1100 What Prenatal Education?
"Ms. Watkins, you sure are lucky," one of the ladies said awkwardly, clearly a bit upset.
Although none of them were short on money, their monthly allowance was limited, and today Jane had won not only their allowances but also their small savings.
"It's not luck," Jane said calmly as she drew a card and pushed it forward. "I won."
Ann had been waiting for this moment and smiled. "Indeed, playing cards isn't just about luck. I've heard that smart players can keep track of the cards played, much like my son. He has the skill to win or lose at will, depending on his mood that day."
The implication was that the other three were too dumb, and they couldn't blame Jane for winning.
The three ladies looked displeased.
Jane finally understood Ann's intention.
Ann wanted to use her to embarrass these women.
But since the winnings were going into her pocket, Jane didn't mind being used.
"Mrs. Clark, letting Ms. Watkins play cards while she's pregnant might not be a good idea," one of the losing ladies finally found a point of attack. "When my daughter-in-law was pregnant, she had prenatal education every day. But Jane seems to be teaching gambling at the card table. Aren't you afraid the child will become a gambler?"
Ann felt uncomfortable hearing this but was suddenly alert.
Right! Jane was over four months pregnant now, and prenatal education was important. How could she let her play cards?
"Alright, alright, let's call it a day. We do care about prenatal education. The piano teacher will be here soon," Ann immediately changed her tune.
Jane looked puzzled. Where did the piano teacher come from? What prenatal education?
The three ladies sighed in relief and quickly left.
"Ugh! I just won a bit of money from you, so petty!" Ann immediately changed her expression after watching them leave with a smile, and then told the maid, "Put the money Jane won into her bank account."
She then started ranting. "Their own children and daughters-in-law are useless, only knowing how to compare their grandchildren with mine. What nonsense! Their test-tube babies can't compare to my grandchild!"
She continued, "With their low IQs, their children won't be smart either! And the daughter-in-law has a plastic face; who knows how ugly the child will be!"
It was Jane's first time seeing Ann like this, and she found it somewhat amusing.
Thinking back to how well Ann treated Aurora, if it weren't for the deep-seated feud between the Watkins and Clark families, Jane might have gotten along well with Ann.
But there were no "ifs."
"However, prenatal education does need to be arranged," Ann muttered to herself.
Jane was feeling a bit sleepy from playing cards.
She had planned to go upstairs for a nap and come down for dinner later, but Ann's words woke her up.
"Prenatal education?" Jane couldn't help but speak up.
"I'll arrange it." Ann nodded, with a look that said, "You don't need to worry or spend money; just enjoy it."
Jane stood there expressionless, feeling she needed to have a serious talk with Anthony.
She no longer felt like sleeping and sat in the living room waiting for Anthony. During this time, she overheard Ann making calls to her social circle.
"Mrs. Gray, I think the nanny you hired for your daughter-in-law was pretty good. Can you give me her number?"
"Mrs. Lewis, doesn't your daughter work at the concert hall? Can you recommend a few skilled people to come to my house? I just want a teacher with high artistic standards; money is not an issue."
"Mrs. Green, do you still have the contact information for the flower arrangement class teacher we went to?”
“Yes, I want to invite her to my house for lessons, not for me."
Jane sat nearby, feeling her scalp tingle, losing even the desire to watch TV.
Anthony came home early from work and saw Jane looking like she was facing a great enemy. When she turned to him, it was as if she saw her savior.
Anthony didn't understand but smiled first.
"What's wrong?" Anthony walked over and ruffled Jane's hair, not caring that Ann was present.
Ann glanced at Anthony and continued her call with the piano teacher, confirming the time for tomorrow, then walked to the side to continue the conversation.
Jane grabbed his hand. "Anthony, your mom wants to hire teachers for prenatal education. Please talk her out of it! It's terrifying. I feel like I'm back in high school. Why do I have to take extra classes at my age?"
Anthony sensed Jane's frustration.
He had just returned and wasn't sure what was going on, so he asked, "What kind of prenatal education is she planning?"
"Piano, musical theater, drama, dance, flower arranging, cooking, art appreciation, chess, and she might even want me to learn AI and big data to boost intelligence!"
Jane clutched Anthony's hand, half pleading, half commanding. "Please talk to your mom. I don't want to take extra classes!"
Anthony's gaze subtly fell on Jane's hand holding his. Her hand was warm and soft, and it had been a long time since he felt Jane rely on him like this.
For a moment, he didn't want to intervene, wanting Jane to keep asking him.
"Aren't you good at all these things?" Anthony asked.
In his impression, Jane was talented in almost everything except cooking.
She said, "Being good at something and liking it are two different things, okay? Just because someone is good at studying doesn't mean they like it. I worked hard back then for the sake of pride!"
It was the first time Anthony saw Jane so unreservedly reveal her true feelings.
"Don't worry, let me talk to my mom and see what's going on." Anthony patted Jane's hand to comfort her.
"I'm not asking you to ask; I'm asking you to talk her out of it!" She made it clear.
Before Jane could finish her sentence, Ann had already finished her call and walked back.
"It's settled. The principal pianist from the opera house will come tomorrow from 2 to 3 PM." Ann paused and continued, "I haven't arranged anything for the morning yet. I'm thinking of flower arranging or something else."
She even democratically asked for Jane's opinion. "Jane, which one do you prefer?"
Jane remained expressionless, not wanting to say a word.
Anthony saw Jane's helpless look and wanted to laugh but didn't dare, fearing he'd upset Jane, who was like a cat ready to pounce.
"Mom, I don't think prenatal education is necessary," Anthony said, under Jane's withering look that conveyed the unspoken threat, "Speak up or pay the price tonight."
Anthony's smile hadn't completely faded.
"What do you, as a man, know about prenatal education? It's none of your business. Keep quiet. Whatever other grandchildren have, my grandchildren must have too! And it has to be the best!"
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