Chapter 96 The Father of Your Child is Alexander
Facing her was Clara, who was also pregnant. Elizabeth stared at Clara in disbelief and said, "Clara! Aren't you exhausted? Aren't you worried about the baby? You said you had abdominal pain this morning at Windsor Manor, and now you're fine?"
Clara's temper was surprisingly calm.
No matter what Elizabeth said, she didn't get mad.
That morning at Windsor Manor, Clara saw Elizabeth smash her phone, saw Elizabeth's firm stance with Alexander, and saw the anger in Alexander's eyes towards Elizabeth.
Most of his anger was because of Elizabeth's coldness and determination.
But as long as Alexander was mad at Elizabeth, that was enough for Clara.
"Elizabeth, I was feeling unwell, but seeing you makes me feel better. I really admire your skill in seduction. You can seduce Owen, resist Wesley, and even manage to take Samuel away. And three hours ago, if I wasn't mistaken, the person standing at your door was Simon, right? Even the cultured and old aristocratic Jones family, their heir was seduced by you. You really have some skills. Let me guess, you must have been trained by that old man Wesley, right?"
Elizabeth had just over a day left before she could leave Sunwillow City. She really didn't want any more conflicts or unpleasantness with anyone here.
Because Elizabeth's energy was limited.
To avoid Simon, she hadn't even had lunch. Now she was hungry, tired, and sleepy. She just wanted to grab her plastic bag, leave this rental house, find a budget hotel, take a good shower, have a full meal, and get some sleep.
Then, after resting tomorrow, she could go back her hometown the day after.
"Clara!" Elizabeth called out calmly, "I made everything clear at Windsor Manor today. If you're here to make a scene, I'll just think you're a madwoman going crazy. Are you done? If you're done, please leave."
"You!" Elizabeth's calm demeanor made Clara feel like she was hitting a ball of cotton. "I haven't told you the secret yet!"
"I don't want to hear it!" Elizabeth quickly refused.
"It's about you."
"I don't want to know!"
"It's about the father of your child. Don't you want to know?" Clara teased.
This was the second time Clara had brought up the father of Elizabeth's child, but Elizabeth wasn't going to fall for it. Deep down, she knew very well that the man had died three months ago on that fateful night.
He couldn't possibly be alive in this world.
Whether he was handsome or ugly, tall or short, a seventy-year-old man, or even older, Elizabeth didn't know.
And she didn't want to know.
Because she didn't want to make herself feel worse.
"I don't want to!" Elizabeth firmly refused.
"Elizabeth, the father of your child is really not dead, and he's very young. He's in this city. Don't you want to reunite with the father of your child and let your child grow up in a complete family?" Clara coaxed.
Elizabeth was silent.
She thought of herself, fostered in the Guise family, living a life without love, a life of charity. She thought of Alexander and Esme, and she also thought of the story Simon told her at noon about his aunt.
"Do you want to know?" Clara asked smugly.
Elizabeth looked at Clara coldly as she asked, "Who is he?"
"Guess?"
"A prisoner, a death row inmate?" Elizabeth couldn't think of any other explanation. When she saw that man, he was clearly locked up.
Clara shook her head and said, "Elizabeth, you definitely can't guess, so let me tell you. Tomorrow morning, bright and early at seven, let's meet at the coffee shop nearby. I'll spill everything, okay?"
"Why not tell me now?" Elizabeth asked.
"It's late. If I start, I have to give you the whole story from beginning to end. I'm pregnant too, with Mr. Windsor's child. It's precious. I can't risk anything happening. I need to get back before it gets dark. If you want to know, I'll come to you first thing tomorrow."
Elizabeth asked suspiciously, "What game are you playing?"
Clara laughed and replied, "Relax, you're leaving the day after tomorrow. What could I possibly pull? Besides, with the difference in our current status and the Windsor family's attention to me, dealing with you is easy. Do I need to play games?"
Elizabeth was silent. Clara had a point.
She thought about it. She couldn't leave until the day after tomorrow. She still had tomorrow. If, as Clara said, the father of her child was still alive and in this city, Elizabeth wanted to meet him, at least to give her child an explanation.
A few minutes later, Elizabeth agreed, "Okay. What do you want?"
Clara wouldn't reveal this secret without a condition.
"Of course, I have conditions," Clara said.
"What conditions?"
"Give me the emerald bracelet worth six hundred thousand dollars that Mrs. Windsor gave you!" Clara said viciously.
So Clara was after that bracelet?
Elizabeth sneered inwardly.
Alexander hadn't even asked for that bracelet back, but Clara was coveting it. It was personally put on her by Esme. She couldn't give it to anyone. That bracelet could only represent Elizabeth, quietly accompanying Esme.
No one could take it!
"Okay!" Elizabeth agreed quickly, "I'll bring it to you tomorrow. After you tell me the news, I'll give it to you. Don't worry, I won't run away. I can't wear that bracelet anyway. Sooner or later, Alexander will take it back. When he does, it will still be yours, so don't worry, I'll definitely give it to you."
"Deal!" Clara left Elizabeth's place smugly.
That night, Elizabeth couldn't go out to stay at a budget hotel. She still stayed in her rental house, unable to sleep all night.
She didn't know what kind of news she would hear early tomorrow morning.
The more she anticipated, the more scared Elizabeth became.
The next day, she got up very early and arrived at the coffee shop at seven o'clock. To her surprise, Clara was already there, sitting in the shop waiting for Elizabeth, and had thoughtfully ordered coffee for her.
"Where's the bracelet?" Clara asked.
Elizabeth placed a green box on the table. Clara was about to reach for it, but Elizabeth covered it with her hand. Elizabeth calmly said, "Please tell me, who is the father of my child?"
"You know this person."
Elizabeth was suddenly shocked, her tone changed as she asked, "Who is it?"
"Good news, I'm getting married today," Clara smiled sweetly.
"Tell me quickly, who is it?"
"The father of your child is actually... Alexander," Clara said, looking at Elizabeth with a smile.
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