Chapter 207 Children
Abigail felt totally lost; she never thought Tom could be such a jerk.
After a moment, she asked, "Tricia, are you gonna keep the baby?"
Tricia looked down, staying quiet, tears welling up in her eyes like she was stuck in some dark place she couldn't get out of.
Abigail was scared by how Tricia looked. She quickly touched her face and asked again, "Tricia, what are you gonna do about the baby?"
Tricia snapped back to reality and looked at Abigail. Her beautiful eyes still showed signs of self-hate and despair.
When she realized what Abigail was asking, a bitter smile crossed her lips. "I don't know. My head's all messed up right now. I don't know jack."
Abigail said, "Alright, if you can't figure it out, let's not think about it, okay? Didn't you land a new gig? Let's steer clear of relationship talk tonight. Fill me in on your job instead. How's it going at the new company? Are you settling in okay?"
Tricia got a bit distracted and her mood lifted a little. She replied, "It's not bad. The job's easier than I thought, and Henry hasn't given me any trouble."
Abigail said, "That's awesome. VirtualBank Technology pays well. If you can handle it, work hard and try to get a permanent spot soon."
"Yeah." Tricia buried her face in Abigail's shoulder, rubbing it affectionately. "I've figured out guys can't be relied on. Only cash is really yours! Moving forward, I'm all about stacking that paper. Confidence comes from the bankroll!"
Abigail nodded emphatically, agreeing, "Yeah, guys can't be trusted. They're flaky!"
Tricia shook her head with a smile and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Aren't you afraid Mr. White will get mad if he hears you say that?"
Abigail was taken aback, then playfully stuck out her tongue, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "If we keep it on the down-low, who's gonna find out?"
Driving to a private club to drink with Henry and Quinn, Gregory suddenly sneezed. He gently rubbed his nose and slowly parked the car at the club entrance.
The valet standing at the door greeted him respectfully, took the keys from his hand, and drove the car to the garage.
Gregory went straight to the elevator, heading to the private room where Henry and Quinn were.
The two were already there, drinking inside. Quinn, as usual, was expressionless and not talkative. If no one engaged him, he could go a whole day without saying a word.
He drank while listening to Henry talk non-stop. Despite the work-related chatter, Quinn's face stayed impassive, revealing no hint of impatience.
Hearing the door open, both turned their heads and smiled at Gregory.
"Gregory, you're finally here. Come drink with me!" Henry stood up, pulled Gregory to the sofa, and poured him a drink.
Gregory took a sip from the glass, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "What's going on? Why are you so down?"
Henry lowered his eyes, a bitter smile appearing on his lips as he slowly shook his head without saying a word.
Seeing this, Gregory became even more curious.
Since knowing Henry, he had always been carefree and had never been this down.
He glanced at Quinn, silently asking what was going on.
Quinn looked at Henry and slowly shook his head, indicating he didn't know either.
Since stepping into the private room tonight, Henry had been downing drinks like there was no tomorrow.
His ramblings were all over the place, making it impossible to piece together what was really going on.
Gregory shook his head, feeling a bit helpless. Seeing Henry about to take another swig, he quickly grabbed the glass from his hand. "Dude, stop. What's the point of drinking alone?"
"Gregory, I feel like crap!" Henry leaned back on the sofa, looking all pitiful.
Gregory's heart softened, and he asked again, "What happened to make our always cheerful Mr. Clark so down?"
Henry's head drooped, his usually gelled hair now soft and fluffy, adding to his pitiful appearance.
Quinn and Gregory both looked at him, waiting patiently for his answer.
Anyone who knew Henry knew he couldn't keep things bottled up.
So if they wanted to know something, they just had to keep asking, and he'd eventually spill everything, down to the tiniest detail.
Sure enough, after a while, Henry suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with hurt. "Gregory, Quinn, I got dumped."
Gregory went silent.
Quinn said, "Then it's nothing."
Quinn kept drinking and turned to Gregory, asking, "Gregory, I heard your company made some medical gear recently. Can you get me a set?"
Gregory nodded slightly. "Sure, I was planning to give you one anyway. I set aside a set for you. You can pick it up another day."
Henry blinked, feeling even more hurt. "What do you mean? I said I got dumped! Aren't you going to comfort me?"
Gregory glanced at him indifferently. "Haven't you been dumped enough times? I thought you'd be used to it by now!"
Henry was silent. 'What does he mean by "used to it"?'
In fact, this was his first real breakup!
In the past, those weren't serious relationships, but this time was different!
The girl he liked was taken away before he even had a chance to make a move!
Seeing he was genuinely upset, Gregory and Quinn exchanged a curious glance and asked, "What happened this time?"
Henry snorted, crossed his arms, and slowly turned his face away, looking like he didn't want to talk to them.
Quinn said, "If he ain't up for chatting, let's just drop it. We can't make him talk."
Henry said, "Quinn, say that again if you dare!"
Quinn smiled, raising an eyebrow at him, the meaning clear: saying it a hundred times wouldn't change anything.
Henry clutched his chest, pretending to be weak as he leaned back on the sofa, feeling his heart ache. "I advise you not to go too far. Sooner or later, you'll experience heartbreak too! What goes around..."
Before he could finish, he felt a cold gaze on him. Turning his head, he saw Gregory squinting dangerously at him.
Henry was so scared he almost jumped off the sofa, quickly apologizing, "Gregory, I wasn't talking about you and Abigail. Don't worry, you two will definitely be together forever, always happy!"
"Smart move." Gregory withdrew his gaze and took a sip of his drink.
Henry silently picked up a nearby pillow, hugging it to protect his wounded soul.
No one cared about his heartbreak, so Henry hesitated at first but eventually started talking to himself, "I fell for a girl. Just when I was about to confess, she suddenly got together with someone else."
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