Chapter 132 – His Second Chance Love: The Freezing Silence

“Have you eaten yet, Aunt Sally?” I asked. Glancing over at Molly, I asked her to prepare something for Sally as well.

“It’s alright. I’ve eaten at home,” replied Sally, who waved the request aside. She then tugged at my arm gently and asked me to get dressed. “Let’s go on an outing! I’m assuming you’re not too familiar with K City, and we should fix that.”

I wanted to refuse but found it hard to do so. After all, she was merely being kind. A blatant refusal would have reflected poorly on me. In the end, I just nodded and gave in.

As I contemplated what to wear, I couldn’t help but marvel at Anthony’s fastidiousness. My closet was full of clothing for pregnant women. After rummaging about inside for a bit, I pulled out a white sundress to wear. With that sorted, Sally led me out of the villa.

Because I couldn’t drive, she brought her driver along as well.

Sally sat with me in the back seat. As we chatted, she held my hand. If I were to be perfectly honest, the gesture was too intimate for my liking and made me feel uncomfortable.

Fortunately, it didn’t take long to arrive at the shopping mall. Situated in the city center, the atmosphere was quite vibrant.

As we both exited the car, she instructed the driver to find a place to wait and dragged me into the mall. “Since you’ve just arrived, I think you’d have quite a bit of shopping to do! Besides, you’re pregnant now, and movement might be inconvenient for you soon, so let’s buy everything you need today!”

I nodded and did not say much.

Just then, I received a message from Anthony asking me where I was.

I sent him the address and obediently tagged along as she prattled on about products that she would be selecting.

After about an hour, I started to feel weary. Pausing momentarily, I blurted, “Aunt Sally, I don’t have that much more to buy. Let’s go home!”

The weather in K City was too warm for strolling about.

Sally was still staring at the baby bottle in front of her, not knowing what to choose. She heard what I say and turned around to face me. “What’s wrong? Are you tired?”

I smiled a little bashfully at her in response. “A little!” I knew that if I didn’t say anything, I’d be stuck there for another hour. The very thought made me shudder a little.

That was when Sally decided to call her driver and ask him to bring our purchases to the car. She then dragged me to a nearby cafe. Excitedly, she said, “Then, we’ll rest when we’re tired. After this, we still have to look at maternity supplies. You’re due in three months! A pregnant woman’s needs must be meticulously looked after, so the products you choose for postpartum use are important too. After all, Anthony is still a man, and some things are still best handled by ourselves.”

I nodded, but truth be told, I was exhausted already.

The cafe wasn’t crowded at all. She had picked a quiet and elegant place away from the hustle and bustle of the crowds outside. After we found a seat, she proceeded to order some coffee.

“Letty, can you tell me more about the situation between you and Anthony? You know how cold he is. I used to sneak over to J City to see him, but he’d constantly avoid me.” Sally sighed, clearly exasperated. “It wasn’t till his last trip here that he mentioned his intention to bring you over for a few days.”

I noticed the hint of bitterness in her expression as she said this. “I thought that this was going to happen every time for the rest of our lives, this game of hide and seek. I didn’t, however, expect that he’d come to me on his own and bring you with him.”

Seeing that her eyes were red with the hint of tears, I was a little flustered. “The Featherstones are still your family, Aunt Sally. If you’re willing to return, I’m sure they’ll welcome you with open arms.”

She looked at me and smirked. “After so many years, I doubt father wants to see me.”

Did she mean Grandpa?

I was stunned but looked her straight in the eye. “Grandpa passed away a few months ago. Were you not aware of this, Aunt Sally?”

She was about to take a sip of coffee when she paused abruptly. With an incredulous look on her face, she asked, “He what?”

The expression she had on her face shocked me into silence. Sally lowered her head for a few moments, but when she looked at me again, I saw that her eyes were red and puffy. “W-what happened to him?”

“Grandpa had been in poor health these last few years. He passed away from rectal cancer…” I trailed off, unsure of what else to say.

The coffee cup she was holding fell, and a loud crack was heard as it shattered on impact. In a panic, she got up to pick up the shards, but a waiter quickly stepped forward to handle the mess.

Sally’s voice trembled as she apologized profusely for her carelessness.

The waiter hurriedly shook his head and tried to calm her down. “It’s really nothing, ma’am. I just need to clean this up.”

I stretched out my hand to help her up, not knowing how to comfort her. I knew that her apology was not actually meant for the waiter but her deceased father.

Soon enough, Sally was able to regain her composure. Ever the elegant woman that she was, she was able to recover quite quickly from the earlier mishap.

However, her expression was no longer as composed as it was when we entered earlier. Even though she was smiling, it was strained.

“It’s getting late, Aunt Sally. Let’s head back.” I figured that after this revelation, she’d likely not be in the mood to continue shopping.

Sally nodded. “Yeah, let’s go. You should be resting after a full day out.”

Since I was fumbling around with my bag, I also failed to notice that Sally had stopped in her tracks on her way out. I looked up immediately, only to be surprised by what I saw.

It was just our lucky day.

Sharon, of all people, happened to be standing at the entrance of the cafe. Behind her was Marcus, who presumably just parked his car and entered the building.

“Marc, let’s go somewhere less filthy,” said Sharon cruelly. The expression on her face was truly a nasty sight.

Marcus glanced at me and frowned before nodding in response.

The pair turned around to leave but were stopped by a well-intentioned waiter. “Are you here for coffee? Where would you like to be seated?

Sharon barely glanced at the waiter but kept her eyes on Sally the whole time. “Well, your establishment seems to be more suited to entertaining notorious maneaters.” She sneered and continued. “A popular hangout spot for mistresses, perhaps, but definitely not for me.”

The waiter was taken aback and turned to look at Sally as well.

The cafe was initially quiet, but the commotion had attracted the attention of the other patrons. Soon, whispers were heard among everyone present.

“What the f*ck is wrong with that woman?”

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