Chapter 848 Is It Fun to Monitor Me?
"Is this important?" Oliver asked Natalie.
Natalie was taken aback. "What?"
"After so many years, Jane and Anthony still can't figure their affairs out themselves. You don't need to worry about them. You're just making trouble for yourself."
Natalie glared at him, and her expression seemed to ask, 'What are you talking about?'
Then, she asked, ''Are you saying I'm doing meaningless things?''
Oliver was speechless as he thought to himself, 'Is this the point?'
Remembering the principle of not arguing with pregnant women, Oliver immediately softened his tone, saying, "No, you misunderstood me."
Natalie felt speechless. Clearly, he was lying. She snorted, dismissing the conversation and too weary to lecture this man who was naturally distant and lacked empathy. She did not bother to explain to him that Jane was her best friend, and it was only natural that she cared about Jane.
During the journey back to the Rosewood Estate, Natalie considered whether to tell Jane the news. In the end, she dialed Jane's number.
"Jane, what are you doing?"
"I'm revising something. What's up? Miss me?" Jane's voice carried a hint of laughter as she said, "If it's just you missing me, that won't do. It has to be your little baby missing me to make me drop my work and come over."
During this period, Natalie had not gone out much, and Jane, along with Flora, came to visit her occasionally.
Natalie and Jane exchanged jokes and chatted for a while before Natalie finally said, changing the topic, "Jane, I ran into Aurora today."
There was a moment of silence on the phone.
"Did your man let you go out today?" Jane's tone was casual. However, it was clear she did not want to talk about Aurora.
Knowing Jane as she did, if she had truly moved on from Anthony, she would probably dismiss it casually and say, ''You ran into Aurora? What does that have to do with me?"
Jane continued, "I'm not familiar with Aurora, there's no need to bring her up. Why? Did she say something to you?"
Natalie felt a bit nervous; Jane was subconsciously dodging the topic.
"No, I just saw her and mentioned it casually."
Natalie was relieved that she had not told Jane she had seen Aurora at the maternity building.
"Don't worry, I've completely cut ties with Anthony. How can I care about a man with a fiancée? How does he deserve a place in my heart?"
Jane seemed to be talking to herself, and Natalie could hear the sadness in her voice.
…
After the call ended, Jane quickly pulled out her phone and checked the calendar – the 17th, evening, prenatal check-up.
She cared deeply about Natalie's situation. Last week, during her visit to the Rosewood Estate, she had heard that today was the day of Natalie's check-up. Fearing she might forget, so she had specifically noted it down.
Jane felt completely drained and sat down heavily in her office chair.
Her rational mind kept telling her, 'You have nothing to do with Anthony anymore, stop thinking about him, just stop!'
But she couldn't help but dwell on the possibilities.
Two scenarios ran through Jane's mind: either Natalie had really met Aurora elsewhere, or Natalie had met Aurora at the check-up. If it was the latter, why would Aurora be at the maternity building? Was she pregnant?
Jane closed her eyes tightly and picked up her phone to send a message to a friend she used to be close with, asking if there was a patient named Aurora at the hospital today. She had a friend working at the private hospital where Natalie had gone to today.
Technically, hospitals could not disclose patient information, but Jane only asked if the person had been there. She did not ask about the patient's condition, so strictly speaking, it did not completely violate the rules. Her friend, considering their years of friendship, obliged.
She soon received a reply.
[Yes, she's about four weeks pregnant. Keep this to yourself.]
Jane felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head, leaving her feeling ice-cold all over.
The continuous ringing of the doorbell brought Jane back to her senses at some point. However, she did not move at all.
After a while, there was a knocking sound on the door, as if the person outside would not give up if she did not open it.
Jane walked over and opened the door.
The person knocking on the door hesitated for a moment, but upon seeing Jane's face, immediately smiled and greeted, "Hello..."
"Tell your boss to come here," Jane interrupted sharply.
"What?"
Jane's expression was dark, her patience fraying. "I said, tell your boss to come here! Stop pretending you don't understand!"
Jane, who could not cook, often relied on takeout and had been receiving numerous online deliveries lately. She had always thought the delivery people who came to her door seemed particularly enthusiastic but now she was beginning to suspect that there was more than meets the eyes.
Moreover, just because she did not open the door, the delivery person had knocked on the door so frantically as if worried something had happened to her.
Taken aback by Jane's anger, the man's facade momentarily slipped.
"Okay, please wait a moment," he said, moving toward the elevator.
"Where is he?" Jane demanded.
His actions—either making a call or heading downstairs—suggested that Anthony was nearby.
"The boss is downstairs."
Jane nodded. She closed her door and pressed the button to summon the elevator.
The elevator descended to the parking lot in the basement, where the doors slid open to reveal a tall man leaning casually against a sleek Maybach with a cigarette dangling from between his fingers. His gaze was distant, lost in thought. As soon as the elevator doors opened, his eyes shifted and met Jane's.
Fuelled by anger and clad only in her slippers, Jane strode toward him with the poise of someone charging into a battle with a pair of towering heels.
Jane had always detested the smell of smoke, and just as Anthony flicked his cigarette away, she slapped him across the face. After she lowered her hand, she asked mockingly, "Is it fun, Anthony? Is it entertaining to have so many people monitoring me?"
Indeed, the delivery people who came to her door always seemed too curious, peering into her home, noting her meals, checking if her food was repetitive, observing her recent purchases, and gauging her mood. Then, they reported everything back to Anthony.
Anthony, his cheek still stinging from the slap, did not react with anger. Instead, he met Jane's fierce gaze with a silent and somber look.
"Anthony, what's keeping us apart isn't just your father, my brother, the blood feud between our families, or even your marriage. Don't you understand?" Jane's voice trembled slightly, her frustration evident as she stood there in the dimly lit garage. She continued, "Anthony, you're engaged now. I was at your engagement party. I've met your fiancée, and I even wished you both well. I'm not cheap; I don’t want to see you again. Can't you stay away from me? Haven't we agreed to let each other go? Your engagement should have sealed that agreement. We're done. Why are you still sending people to monitor me?!''
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