âNo oneâs giving me trouble. You donât have to help me,â said Kyla.
âI see. Thatâs a relief.â Jacqueline Bowman acted as if she cared for Kyla like a sister.
âBy the way, letâs have a meal together when youâre free. Itâll be my treat. We must celebrate our reunion after all these years,â said Jacqueline Bowman.
âWellâ¦â Kyla hesitated.
âYou donât even want to have a meal with me? Others tried to beat you up when you were pregnant back then. I felt sorry for you and begged them to let you go.â Jacqueline Bowman mentioned what had happened in the past once more.
Kyla said, âOkay, letâs have dinner together, but itâs going to be my treat. I should thank you for helping me back then.â
âWhose treat it is doesnât matter. Thatâs settled, then. Weâll go out for a good meal the next time I visit you!â With that said, Jacqueline Bowman left in satisfaction.
Kyla sighed. For some reason, she felt vaguely uneasy. She had a feeling that Jacqueline Bowman seemed eager for the meal.
Then, Kyla could not help laughing and shook her head. It was only a meal, and she was overthinking it. Besides, she had nothing that Jacqueline Bowman would want. She was only the owner of a store. She had no power and money.
Jacqueline Bowman was obviously living a good life. Maybe she just wanted to have a meal with her.
Just then, a neighbor came to the store to buy something. While shopping around, they asked, âHey, did you quarrel with your husband?â
âHuh?â Kyla froze a little.
That neighbor said again, âYour husband has been parking his car at the corner of the store these days. He just looks at you as he sits in the car. He doesnât get down nor come inside. Are you two quarreling and not on speaking terms?â
Kyla froze. âMartin Weiss⦠has been here all this while?â
âIn my opinion, youâre already pregnant, so whatâs there to quar about? Talk it over, even if itâs for the sake of the children. Do you want a divorce when youâve just gotten married? Besides, your husband looks pretty well off. Why does he let you continue running the store? He should let you live the life of a young madam and have several servants take care of you.â The neighbor continued to gossip.
â
Kyla replied vaguely, âI quite enjoy my life right now, and I donât want any changes. I told him about itâ¦
before we got married. Heâs usually busy at work anyway, so some things can wait.â
âYouâve finally gotten married. Donât be foolish and ignore him. I think your husband wants to make up too. Otherwise, he wouldnât hide in a corner to look at you. Just give him an out and have some pillow talks. Take control of his finances too. Otherwise, youâll suffer miserably and end up with nothing when he has an affair because this fight had gone on for too long.â
Kyla could only smile drily at that. Her marriage to Martin Weiss was destined to be short-lived from the beginning. It was only a temporary solution, and she never wanted anything else from him.
Once the neighbor left, Kyla walked out of the store and looked around. However, she did not see Martin Weissâs car.
âHe⦠didnât come today?â She turned around and returned to the store. She did not have the slightest clue that Martin Weiss was having his blood drawn in the hospital.
Another 400 milliliters of blood was drawn from his body.
When he finished having his blood drawn, Martin Weissâs face was a little pale and he seemed slightly exhausted.