Chapter 87 The Daughter Falls Ill
Two middle-aged men at the table rose and approached them.
"Judson, what a coincidence, why don't you join us?"
Geoffrey's grasp was now empty. His fond gaze on the woman in Judson's arms hinted at irritation, clearly tempting him to pull her back to his side.
Madam Hopkins held onto her son tightly, whispering softly, "Son, she’s still here. Don’t make it awkward for her. A woman who’s had a child isn’t a match for you. "
Geoffrey's father, Cesar, and Sophia's father, Harold, stepped forward to greet Judson, each offering a business card.
Judson, with Eula nestled in one arm, shook hands and accepted the cards with his free hand.
"Gentlemen, please excuse us, we must be going," Judson said.
He escorted Eula towards the exit, the two men seeing them out.
Madam Hopkins's voice was laced with venom, "You see? There’s something fishy between Eula and Judson; she's not the innocent girl you think she is. She's very calculating."
Hadn’t she tried to approach Eula with money? Otherwise, her son would be the one ensnared.
Stuck with such a woman, playing stepfather to someone else's child was something she absolutely would not bear.
Geoffrey's expression grew darker by the second, as he cast a cold look at his mother.
"Mom, I don’t want to get married."
With that, he shrugged off her grip and strode towards the door.
He passed by Cesar and another middle-aged man walking in; Cesar asked, "Geoffrey, where are you off to?”
Without a word, Geoffrey continued on his way.
Madam Hopkins shook her head, recognizing the heartbreak and the inability to let go that haunted her son.
But he had to face it—marrying Eula just wasn't in the cards for him.
She wouldn't have it, and neither would the entire Hopkins clan.
When Judson whisked Eula out of the private room, returning to their smaller, more intimate space, she quietly sat down and silently sipped her tea.
Judson could sense her dejection and he felt irked by it.
"What's wrong? You're upset since seeing him there?"
She once knitted a sweater for that guy, though now it simply adorned him. It didn't matter who it was intended for; it was his now, warm under his suit and shirt.
Eula glanced up, "No, it's good to see Geoffrey happy."
She never envisioned a life with Geoffrey, let alone marriage.
Given the attitude of his family towards her, such a marriage wouldn't be a happy one—she didn't have the heart for it.
Judson wasn't quite buying it.
"Come on, eat before it gets cold."
They dined for over an hour. Eula noticed Judson had quite the appetite; must have been hunger.
After dinner, which stretched past ten, Eula was anxious to leave, but Judson insisted on stargazing, practically dragging her to the car.
Resigned to the fact that being a personal secretary was no different from a nanny, Eula climbed in.
His gaze made her uncomfortable.
"Judson, I said I'd go with you. Stop looking at me like that."
Judson scoffed. "Eula, when you're with me, I don't want you thinking about any other man, got it?"
His voice was chilly, more a command than a suggestion.
Eula had to admit, he was overbearing.
But his paycheck had her in a vice grip; she couldn't afford to rebel.
Suddenly, her phone rang. Eula fished it out of her purse and answered.
"Dewitt."
It was Dewitt calling, probably to tell her to come home at this late hour.
"Mommy, Angie's got a fever. We're taking her to the hospital. You need to come fast."
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