Chapter 230 The Final Affection
The two stood face to face, neither daring to say another word.
Oscar's eyes were bloodshot, icy cold, his emotions all over the place thanks to Pearl's provocation.
But somehow, Oscar's words made Pearl oddly calm.
Her hands were clenched tight, and her heart felt heavy.
Divorce was what she wanted, but ending it like this left her feeling lost.
Maybe she hadn't expected Oscar to be so furious with her.
Maybe too much had happened today, and she couldn't process it all, leaving her in a bad mood and unable to digest the conflicts between them.
Oscar's eyes were still locked on her, like he was waiting for her final answer.
After a long silence, Pearl finally spoke, "Fine. Let's meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau!"
Knowing the inevitable outcome, yet still hoping for something, Oscar sneered. "Alright!"
Oscar turned and left.
Before leaving, he glanced at the pile of maternity supplements on the ground, found them displeasing, and kicked them away.
He walked off, disappearing from Pearl's sight.
Watching Oscar walk away, Pearl's emotions went haywire. She felt dizzy, the world spinning around her, and she almost fainted.
"Pearl!"
A teacher from the orphanage saw her and immediately came forward to support Pearl. "Are you alright? Rest for a while."
Pearl sat down to calm herself.
"Here you are. Have some water." The teacher handed Pearl a glass of water.
"Thank you."
Pearl took it, forcing a smile, and held the glass in her hands.
"Pearl, it's normal for couples to argue all the time," The teacher, who was in her thirties, comforted Pearl. "Don't be too sad."
In fact, Pearl and Oscar rarely argued before.
Even if Pearl cared, she wouldn't say it out loud, and Oscar would ignore her feelings, disregarding her emotional fluctuations.
That was a reaction borne out of lack of love.
She could understand that.
Why were they arguing now?
Was it because Oscar's demands on Pearl were increasing, or because Pearl's actions were unreasonable?
Today, it was Pearl's fault for using Oscar to restrain Chloe.
It was also a way to make Oscar despise Pearl.
Pearl had said that to achieve her goals, she could use any means necessary, hoping Oscar could understand that this time she used him, and next time it might not be so simple.
Pearl took a few sips of water to ease her discomfort, still remembering that Elliott had been injured by Oscar.
She went to check on him.
Elliott was applying medicine, his face bruised from the assault, his once handsome face now marred. He looked quite disheveled.
"Pearl." Elliott was still very polite, not angry despite being hit, and said, "You don't need to come over. You should rest for a while. I saw you were very emotional just now, which isn't good for your health."
"Thank you so much today, and I'm really sorry." Pearl felt very apologetic towards him. "I asked for your help and got you hurt."
Elliott smiled and said, "It's nothing. Don't think too much about it. Our cooperation today was a win-win. As for Oscar's appearance, it's just a minor issue. I just didn't expect him to be so angry."
Some things Elliott didn't understand, so he asked, "Oscar seems very sensitive about the child in your belly and even suspects I'm the father. Is this the reason you resigned from the Brown Group?"
"It's a long story, and I can't explain it in a short time." Pearl sat beside him, looking at the orphanage. "There are many things that are unclear, and I don't know where to start."
"It's okay if you don't want to say it," Elliott didn't press her. "I'm heading back soon. Do you need a ride?"
"No, thank you," Pearl replied. "I drove here. If you're busy, go ahead. I'll formally apologize to you another day."
Elliott said, "No need to be so polite. This beating wasn't for nothing. I believe in your ability; it will bring me greater benefits!"
After treating his wounds, Elliott chatted with Pearl for a bit before leaving.
As soon as Elliott got into his car, he sent a message to Adrian: [Did you know Pearl is pregnant?]
Adrian was at home.
His hair was messy, and he was dressed casually. When he received the message, he glanced at it, his hand pausing for a moment: [I didn't know.]
Elliott was quite surprised: [Then your road ahead will be difficult. Pearl is expecting someone else's child. It seems she has feelings for someone else. How do you expect to marry her?]
Adrian's expression changed several times, finally settling into resignation: [If she is happy, I will bless her.]
Adrian added: [The premise is that she is happy, only then can I truly bless her.]
[But she is pregnant. From her current situation, it seems she doesn't want the child's father. Do you want to be a stepfather?]
Adrian replied: [If I have the chance, that would be good.]
Elliott admired Adrian: [You are really something. Among us, you've held onto your deep feelings for her for over ten years!]
Adrian sighed and sat back on the sofa.
For Adrian, it was hard to endure.
Every day was filled with unease.
On one hand, he worried that Pearl liked someone else; on the other hand, he feared he wasn't good enough for Pearl.
What Adrian wanted was Pearl could be happy.
He didn't expect her to love him; he just hoped she had someone to rely on and have a happy marriage.
Currently, it didn't seem so.
Thus, Adrian still held onto hope.
At that moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Adrian put away his phone, not replying to Elliott, and placed the phone back in his pocket to answer the door.
"Hi!"
As the door opened, a girl named Rachel Anderson stood excitedly at the entrance.
Adrian looked at her, "Rachel, what brings you here?"
Rachel had well-defined features, large eyes, fair skin, and looked somewhat mixed-race. She was quite beautiful. She raised the bag in her hand and said, "You got drunk last night, so I made some oatmeal porridge for you. It's good for your stomach."
She walked past Adrian and entered.
"Your parents were worried about you yesterday when they couldn't reach you. I told them you were with me and your phone ran out of battery, which put their minds at ease," Rachel continued as she placed the oatmeal porridge on the table. "Next time, I won't lie for you. You can't drink that much again."
Adrian hadn't even walked over, but Rachel was already seated at the dining table, leaving him with nothing to say.
"Thank you for yesterday," Adrian expressed his gratitude.
"No need to thank me. Don't be so polite." Rachel beckoned him. "Come on, the oatmeal porridge needs to be eaten hot. I cooked it for hours. Come and try it!"
She was enthusiastic and eager for Adrian to taste her cooking.
She had made oatmeal porridge, which was good for the stomach and looked quite nice.
Adrian walked to the table but had no appetite. He politely said, "Rachel, I'm not really hungry. You don't have to do this for me."
Rachel pushed the oatmeal porridge in front of him and moved a chair over. "Even if you're not hungry, you have to eat. You can't skip meals. Jeremy and Lauren told me to take good care of you, and I will. Come on, open your mouth!"
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