Chapter 986 Picky and Spoiled
"Ms. Watkins, Mr. Clark is heading directly to the airport from the company. He will be waiting for you there."
Clint, who was waiting outside the villa, took Jane's luggage and placed it in the trunk of the car. He couldn't help but give it a little shake. "It's quite light. Is this all you're bringing?"
In the past, Jane would pack a 26-inch suitcase to the brim even for a three-day trip abroad to attend a banquet. Anyone who didn't know better might think she was in the process of moving.
'This time, the evening gowns has already been sent to the hotel at the port, but aside from the gowns, isn't Ms. Watkins' carry-on luggage a bit too light?' Clint thought.
Jane guessed what Clint was thinking and said matter-of-factly, "Times have changed. I'm poor now."
"Aren't you coming with us?" Jane realized that, after getting into the back seat, someone else was driving and Clint had no intention of getting in the car.
"I'm not going this time. I need to stay in Southvale."
Jane was momentarily stunned but quickly understood. "Alright, got it."
'Clint needs to stay in Southvale to follow Aurora's orders. Even if Anthony is on a business trip, he certainly wouldn't feel at ease leaving Aurora, who is in the late stages of pregnancy, alone in Southvale,' Jane thought.
When Jane and Anthony were together, if Anthony and Jovan went on a business trip, Anthony would leave Clint by her side.
Jane just hadn't expected that one day Aurora would receive the same treatment as she did.
Clint was really confused and thought, 'What did she get?'
Clint had a feeling that Jane's understanding was not what he intended to convey.
Jane couldn't possibly understand that Clint was staying in Southvale to prevent Aurora from secretly having an abortion.
When Jane arrived at the airport, Anthony was already waiting at the entrance.
Anthony stood at the windy entrance in a trench coat, the early winter wind making his coat tails flutter.
Jane, wrapped in a single-layer wool coat, felt the bone-chilling cold in the wind. As she walked over, she cursed Anthony in her mind for being crazy to stand in such a place and make her endure the wind for no reason.
"Give me your ID." Anthony extended his hand.
Jane took her ID out of her bag and handed it to Anthony. Anthony naturally went to get the boarding passes, while the bodyguards handled the luggage check-in. Anthony and Jane passed through security via the VIP channel and boarded the plane.
"Mr. Clark, why not use your private jet?" Jane remarked, sitting in the leather seat of the first class cabin, wrinkling her nose in slight disdain.
Anthony knew what Jane was complaining about, saying, "You can take a shower at the hotel after we land. The leather seats of this airline don't have much of a smell."
He had originally planned to use the private jet, but the flights to the port were too frequent, and the available flight times were not ideal, requiring them to take a red-eye flight.
Anthony often couldn't understand how Jovan had raised Jane to be so picky and delicate.
"I wasn't complaining," Jane said, but even she felt her words lacked conviction.
Anthony had not originally intended to mock Jane. Jane had been pampered since childhood, and it was he who led her diminished social status and quality of life
But Jane had to be so stubborn, and Anthony couldn't help but respond.
Jane was already in a bad mood, and Anthony's sarcasm only made it worse.
It's said that a bad mood makes people age faster. Jane thought if she didn't look as good as she did a while ago, it was all thanks to Anthony. Whether it was Ann or Aurora, the root cause was Anthony.
"I've even flown economy class before. So I'm content with first class," Jane retorted more sarcastically than Anthony. "Thank you, Mr. Clark!"
Hearing Jane mention flying economy class, Anthony was at a loss for words.
If Anthony hadn't destroyed the Watkins family three years ago, Jane probably wouldn't even know how close the seats in economy class were.
Seeing Anthony remain silent, Jane thought she had rendered him speechless. She felt satisfied and adjusted herself into a comfortable position in the first-class seat and took out an eye mask from her bag, preparing to sleep.
"Ma'am, would you like a blanket?" a flight attendant asked considerately as she approached.
Before Jane could respond, Anthony said, "No need."
Anthony draped his coat over Jane.
The flight attendant understood and retreated with a smile.
Jane sat up. Anthony's coat slid off her and pooled in her lap.
Jane was annoyed that her sleep was interrupted. She said, "I don't need your coat."
"An Hermès custom coat is better than the airplane's communal blanket, isn't it?" Anthony replied, "You don't have to use it, but if you get sick, it's your own fault."
Jane paused in her motion to throw the coat back at him. After a moment, she pulled it back over herself.
The plane took off, and the cabin lights dimmed.
Anthony looked at Jane, who was curled up and sleeping under his coat. He couldn't help but smile.
'Jane never uses the communal blankets on planes,' Anthony thought.
When the Watkins family still existed, Jane was a VIP customer of major airlines. If she didn't fly privately, she would have the airline make special arrangements for her, such as treating the seat for any odors and providing brand-new blankets.
After the Watkins family was gone, Jane always brought her own blanket when traveling. This time, she had been too rushed to prepare.
When Aurora learned that Anthony had taken Jane on the business trip, she couldn't accept it at first. And she secretly smashed several cups in her room. When the servants saw, she excused it as a slip of the hand.
For a pregnant woman like Aurora, a slip of the hand was quite normal.
Even if the servants suspected something, they wouldn't embarrass the future Mrs. Watkins or make Aurora lose face.
But soon, Aurora realized this was a perfect chance to get rid of the abomination growing inside her.
From her perspective, once the child was gone, everything else would be easier to handle. She could come up with any number of excuses to cover it up. After all, this pregnancy had been unstable from the start. She could claim that she slipped while walking or that she suddenly experienced abdominal pain.
Aurora immediately contacted a small private hospital known for handling discreet matters, such as terminating the pregnancies of mistresses kept by wealthy husbands or performing abortions for young celebrities.
As long as the money was in place, no information would ever leak out.
Recently, Aurora's pregnancy had stabilized , so the doctor had said she could move around. Using the excuse of shopping for baby clothes, she slipped away from her accompanying servants near the private hospital and went there alone.
"Miss, are you sure you want to induce labor?" The nurse was shocked. "You're already seven or eight months along. At this stage, the risks to your health are significant."
In fact, if the baby were delivered now and given proper care, it might even survive.
"Do it! Do it immediately. I'm in a hurry!" Aurora handed over a pre-prepared check, saying, "Money is not an issue. Just do it now!"
"Alright, please come this way. The operating room and the medical team are ready. You just need to sign the consent form."
Half an hour later, Aurora lay on the operating table, feeling both nervous and expectant.
She couldn't wait for the lump of flesh in her belly to disappear.
Suddenly, the door to the operating room opened.
Aurora looked over and froze on the table, her face growing increasingly grim.
It wasn't the doctor but it was Clint.
"Ms. Dewar, are you having second thoughts again?" Clint was calm, as if he had anticipated Aurora's actions and he was like a hunter waiting for his prey.
"What are you doing here? Where's the doctor?" Aurora sat up and shouted, "Doctor! Doctor! Where's my doctor?"
Clint was putting on a fake smile, his buzz cut making him look even more stern and unapproachable.
"Ms. Dewar, do you think anyone in all of Southvale would dare to perform an abortion on you without considering the consequences?" Clint said mockingly, "Forget it!"
"No! I don't want to have this baby. I don't want it!" Aurora panicked. If Clint said no one would dare, then no legitimate hospital would do it.
Maybe some shady, unlicensed clinic would, but Aurora didn't dare go there, fearing she might not even know how she died.
"Ms. Dewar, do you think the hospital is still important at this point?" Clint asked.
Clint looked at Aurora thoughtfully. She probably already knew whose child she was carrying. Initially, she had used it as a bargaining chip, hoping to become Mrs. Watkins. Now, Aurora didn't want the child, but Ann did, the Dewar family did, and Anthony did.
The plane landed at an airport near the port.
Anthony hadn't lied to Jane that the hotel was indeed close to the airport, just a ten-minute drive away.
Jane really disliked the smell of the leather seats clinging to her. As soon as she entered the room, she took a shower. When she came out, she found Anthony sitting on the sofa in the suite's living room, holding a tablet and reading emails.
"What are you still doing here?" Jane was surprised.
Anthony didn't say anything, but his face seeming saying, 'If not here, then where?'
"Wait, are you staying with me?" Jane's expression changed immediately. "You should get your own room, or I'll get my own room."
Anthony turned to his emails, saying, "You're my companion. If we don't stay in the same room, people will get suspicious."
"Suspicious of what?" Jane didn't believe Anthony. "Everyone knows you have a fiancée now. Isn't it normal for you and your companion to have separate suites?"
Anthony answered Jane's questions one by one. "A lot of people are watching. The attendees at this event are a mixed bag. Bringing you along is to make them think I'm obsessed with women. Being obsessed with women is the best disguise and the easiest weakness for others to exploit. Understand?"
In this circle, the most taboo thing is to deal with someone who has no weaknesses because such people can easily dominate the conversation, leaving the other party with no leverage.
But if the other party had a weakness, it was different.
Even a simple weakness like being obsessed with women could give others a sense of security.
After all, lust clouds judgment.
Jane looked skeptical but couldn't refute Anthony's logic.
Having grown up in this elite circle, Jane understood everything, perhaps even more than others.
"There are two rooms, Jane. What are you thinking?" Anthony took in Jane's conflicted expression, then reminded her.
This was a suite with two bedrooms and a study. Jane had gone straight to the shower without noticing the layout of the rooms.
Jane felt a moment of embarrassment, realizing they each had a room.
"I was just thinking that I want to sleep in the master bedroom," Jane said, feigning calmness, and then went to dry her hair.
Anthony gave a soft smile. He decided not to bicker with Jane anymore and began coordinating the security details for the next few days with the bodyguard team.
"By the way, has Oliver Windsor been invited to this event?" Jane was a bit worried that Oliver might see her and then inform Natalie.
Jane didn't want Natalie to worry.
"He's not coming." Oliver would be in Paykston with Natalie for the birth of their child.
Jane breathed a sigh of relief and continued drying her hair.
Anthony's expression, however, was less cheerful.
Oliver might not be coming, but Richard could very well attend.
In such events, the Foster family from the Southwest would naturally receive an invitation.
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