Eddy saw that Blanche was truly angry now, and his tone softened. "Alright, I'll just wait out here, then. Whenever you're ready to forgive me, just let me in, okay?"
The bedroom door closed firmly. Blanche walked to the bed, pulled back the covers, and grabbed the whole bottle of prenatal medication, forcing the pills into her mouth.
Her face was cold as marble as she pressed her hands tightly against her abdomen.
Dr. Smith had told her she wouldn't feel any symptoms, but that stabbing pain just now had been unbearable.
She spit out half a pill—maybe the medicine hadn't kicked in yet.
Downstairs in the guest room.
"Mr. Simmons, I've received an offer from a research institution overseas to serve as their medical consultant," Dr. Smith said. "I wanted to ask for your thoughts."
"I won't stand in the way of your career," Eddy replied coolly, "but when I need you here, you must return."
Dr. Smith nodded.
A bodyguard slipped a check for a million dollars into Dr. Smith's coat pocket.
Dr. Smith simply inclined his head and left with his family.
In the backseat of the car, Mrs. Smith clutched a bright red pill in her palm. At last, the anxiety that had been gnawing at her all night began to ease.
The night was heavy and black, the moon slowly giving way to sunrise.
Early that morning, Healy demanded to see Lara, so Eddy asked Lauren to take him to the ballroom.
Eddy waited in the living room, sitting on the couch, while Blanche got ready upstairs.
The maids stood in a neat row in the master bedroom, each holding an evening gown or a box of jewelry.
Blanche sat at her vanity, eyes fixed on a livestream playing on her phone.
The Simmons Group and the Anderson Group were uniting through marriage, and it just so happened to be the heir's birthday, making it a day of double celebration.
The Simmons Group was pulling out all the stops for the gala, turning it into the city's most talked-about event.
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