Chapter 115


    Jack was slightly perplexed. “Can‘t you just tell him directly? What are you afraid of? Don‘t tell me the


    child isn‘t his?”


    Margaret found herself at a loss for words. “You‘re the same as Jo, suspecting this and that. We‘re here.


    It‘s fine to stop at the side.”


    When the car came to a stop, she thanked him and went off hurriedly.


    Jack looked at her retreating figure with darkened eyes. So Jodie has not told her of our breakup yet...


    As the workday drew to a close, Jodie found herselfining to Margaret through text: It‘s so hard


    finding a job! It was even raining so heavily today. How annoying!


    By this time, Margaret was also nearly done with work, so she replied: Don‘t worry. You still have Jack. In


    the past, you supported him. Now, it‘s his turn to help you in return. He has a good job and also drives an


    expensive car. It should be enough to give both of you a good life. You can take your time to find a job.”


    After she sent the message, Jodie did not reply for some time, and Margaret found it odd. It took a long


    time before Jodie‘s message finally came: I‘ve broken up with Jack. Now that I think about it, that car


    was my birthday gift to him. When my family was in trouble, he didn‘t even think about selling it to help


    me. I should have realized his true colors then and lost all feelings for him.


    Margaret fell silent upon reading the message. Jodie had been through so much recently. Someone with


    less resilience would have copsed already.


    She never would have thought that Jack had already broken up with Jodie. He acted as per normal when


    he was dropping her off at work earlier, and she waspletely blindsided.


    Margaret could not find the right words tofort Jodie, and in the interval that passed, it was Jodie who


    reassured her instead: I’m okay, Meg. I still have you and Jenson. Men are jerks and worth nothing.


    Friends are the real deal. I‘ll treat you to a meal when I get a job. Okay, I have to go prepare dinner now.


    Talk again.


    In the end, Margaret could only type “Okay“in reply. There were many things that were hard to express


    through words.


    The rain had not stopped even when it was time to go home. It was pouring


    ceaselessly as if to wash away all traces of the haze from the sky and leave nothing behind.


    Margaret had no choice but to stay in the office and wait for the rain to stop. There was a saying that


    fortunate people had an umbre when it rained and light when it got dark. Never had she ever dared


    wish to be one of them.


    Casper waited until most of the staff had left before strolling out of his office.


    He found Margaret still there and asked, “Why are you still here? There‘s no need to work overtime these


    days.”


    Margaret stared at the papers in her hand and casually replied, “I want to do overtime. You don‘t have to


    pay me for it. Don‘t all bosses like this type of employee?”


    Casper noticed the rain falling outside and fell into deep thought. He went downstairs and immediately


    called Christopher. “Send an umbre over for your wife. She can‘t go home.”


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    After half an hour, Margaret‘s phone rang. It was Fredrick calling from his personal phone.


    She thought that something had happened at home and answered quickly, “Fredrick, did something


    happen? I‘m working overtime in my office.”


    “Pleasee downstairs. I‘m at the entrance. Mr. Lewis wanted me to pick you up from work.” Fredrick


    cut off the call after he finished talking.


    Margaret was somewhat surprised but went downstairs as told. Fredrick was standing beside the car


    holding an umbre. His figure was still as tall and straight as a pine tree, as if the passing years had not


    affected him one bit.


    In the car, Margaret asked, “He‘s home?”


    Fredrick was concentrating on driving. “Yes, Mrs. Lewis.”


    She did not ask further questions. The car moved steadily along the wet roads, and Margaret was feeling


    sleepy. She decided to take a short nap, and when Fredrick woke her up again, they had reached the


    Lewis residence. !


    Walking into the building, Margaret could smell the aroma of the food being prepared. She had to bear


    with her hunger as she took a bath first.


    When she came out of the shower, Christopher was already seated at the table. He was dressed in light


    gray leisurewear, and his hair was slightly damp. His body smelled of the shower gel he used. No matter


    the asion, he was always conscious of his mannerisms and posture and was unable to rx for even


    a moment.