Chapter 459 Buying It for Your Wife
Winona had been waiting in the lounge for over ten minutes when Samuel finally showed up. He didn't even bother stepping inside; he just stood at the door and called out, "Let's go."
Winona quickly got up and followed him. It wasn't until they were in the car that she asked, "Is he Zachary?"
She was pretty sure he was, but she needed confirmation to be certain.
Samuel shook his head. "No, let's just get Zachary's grave fixed."
Winona was left speechless.
Then, Samuel pressed the car's ignition button with one hand and reached out to Winona with the other, showing her a handful of hair strands, complete with follicles, clearly yanked from Nicholas's head. "Wouldn't a test confirm it? It's not that complicated."
Winona stared at the hair in his palm. These guys were definitely good friends, holding grudges and waiting for payback.
But she didn't take the hair. "I don't know anyone who can help with this. If we send it directly to the hospital, it might cause trouble. And Evander is on a business trip until tomorrow."
She hadn't had a chance to tell Samuel about Timothy's situation either.
Lydia's sample could work too, but getting it might raise suspicion.
Samuel opened the glove compartment, took out a sealed bag, and put the hair inside. "I'll let you know when the results are out," he said.
He then dropped Winona off at the Bailey Group and drove away.
Winona took the elevator upstairs. Midway, someone got in, saw her, and raised an eyebrow with a smile. "Miss Sullivan."
It was the niece of another company shareholder, working in the finance department. She had gotten her job through connections but was also a graduate in a related field and had passed the company's interview process. Likely following her uncle's instructions, she kept an eye on Winona every day.
Winona gave her a cold nod.
The woman glanced at Winona's still-flat stomach. "Miss Sullivan, you've been pregnant for four months, right? Why is your belly still flat? Have you had a prenatal checkup? You might be lacking some nutrients."
As she spoke, she reached out to touch Winona's belly. "I remember when I was pregnant—it was already noticeable by the fourth month."
It was a sunny day, and Winona was only wearing a thin sweater inside. The company had the air conditioning on, so she felt a bit warm and had taken off her coat, draping it over her arm.
Winona instinctively used her coat to shield her belly from the woman's hand and replied without a hint of embarrassment, "It's only four months along, so it's not that noticeable. It's probably just the loose clothing I'm wearing today. And by the way, don't touch my belly without asking first."
She then glanced at the woman's sharp nails. "What if you hurt the baby? Will you take responsibility?"
The woman's expression shifted to a mix of embarrassment and anger. "A normal, healthy baby isn't so easily lost," she retorted.
"That's no excuse for your lack of manners," Winona said just as the elevator dinged, stopping at the finance department floor.
The woman withdrew her hand, rolled her eyes, and walked out of the elevator, swaying her hips. Her muttered words still reached Winona's ears: "Just an ex-wife, thinking you can gain power with the baby in your belly?"
The elevator doors closed.
Although the woman was annoying, Winona couldn't deny that there was some truth to her words—it was four months along, and Winona should be showing by now.Winona thought to herself, 'Even though winter clothes are thick enough to hide things, it's still risky—what if someone gets too curious? Just like Nicholas and that woman earlier, touching my belly without permission.'
And she wasn't even pregnant. Sometimes she forgot about her so-called pregnant status.
In the early stages, she could still get by, but what about later on? No, she needed to buy a maternity pillow.
Thinking of it, Winona immediately called Rebecca, asking her to go shopping at a maternity and baby store after work.
They met at the store entrance, but Rebecca immediately started scolding Winona. "Don't you care about your legs? If you end up in a wheelchair when you're older, I'm cutting ties with you right away. I can't have you being a hindrance to my life goals."
Winona laughed at her ever-changing goals. "Didn't you say last time you wanted to travel the world?" she asked.
Rebecca replied, "I've changed my mind. What if people see me as a well-dressed old lady and think I'm rich, then sell me into a scam ring? Would you help me meet my scam targets every day?"
Hearing this, Winona said nothing.
The items in the maternity store were small and light-colored, looking very cute.
A sales assistant followed them and asked, "Miss, what are you looking to buy? Do you need any recommendations?"
Winona replied, "A baby pillow."
Hearing this, the salesperson led the way. "The pillows are over here."
As the sales assistant walked ahead, Rebecca pulled Winona aside and whispered, "Are you getting addicted to pretending to be pregnant? You're even buying stuff now."
Winona explained, "People at the company are always keeping an eye on me. They even ask about what I eat. If I eat something not suitable for pregnant women, they suspect I'm faking it. Today, someone even tried to touch my belly. I need a pillow to keep up the act."
Hearing this, Rebecca looked exasperated. "The rich really have complicated lives. When I get married, I'll find someone with a regular job; there will be no scheming involved."
Winona teased, "Mr. Lewis?"
Rebecca gave her a thumbs-up and replied, "You know how to strike up a conversation."
Winona picked a simple, low pillow and handed it to the sales assistant. "I'll take this one. Please wrap it up."
However, a hand reached over from behind and grabbed a pillow with a low center and high sides from the shelf. "That's not good. This type of shaping pillow can help correct a baby's head shape, but infants under six months shouldn't use pillows."
Hearing this, Winona turned around.
Nicholas, holding the pillow, began explaining its pros and cons, leaving the sales assistant stunned. If he hadn't been discussing products from her store, she would have believed he was a representative from a rival shop. After his explanation, he didn't hesitate to criticize the cheap pillow Winona had picked, saying, "This one is too high for a baby and filled with polyester. You should go with this one."
At this, Rebecca sarcastically remarked, "Mr. Ramsey was so well-versed in baby products. I wasn't aware that the Ramsey Group had any ties to that industry. Could it be that Mr. Ramsey has a hidden family? And which lucky lady could that be?"
Nicholas shot her a frosty glance and replied, "I'm not sure what I did to upset Miss Davis for you to mock me like this."
He thought, 'Mocking is one thing, but she's talking bad about me right in front of Winona. No matter how deep our feelings are, we can't withstand her constant provocation like this every day.'
He pressed his lips together and said, "If I've done something wrong, please let me know. I'm open to making things right."
At that moment, Winona pushed the pillow Nicholas was holding back towards him and said, "Mr. Ramsey, the cheap one will be just fine. You can get this one for your wife."
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