As Cynthia watched the hospital room door swing open and shut, a cold expression settled on her face.
She had always disdained this kind of feminine rivalry, but Karina’s constant provocations had forced her hand. If Cynthia didn’t fight back, the Whites would start to think she was a complete pushover.
Noah stepped out of the room to answer the call. On the other end, he was met with Karina’s insistent voice and Nicola’s crying.
Karina: “Nicola is going to be late for school! When are you coming to get us?”
Noah: “Something came up today, and I can’t get away. You can take Nicola to school, or if you don’t want to go, just call her in sick.”
“You promised Nicola yesterday! How could something just ‘come up’? It’s that woman, Cynthia, isn’t it? She won’t let you come to the family day with Nicola! You’re Nicola’s father! What right does she have to stop you from being with your daughter?”
Karina’s voice on the phone was emotional and verging on hysterical.
Compared to Cynthia’s frail and gentle demeanor, Karina was undeniably grating.
Not wanting to exchange another word with her, Noah ended the call and returned to the room.
Cynthia remained in the hospital for a week. Noah went to the office during the day and returned promptly to the hospital after work to stay with her.
The news that Cynthia had been admitted to monitor the pregnancy even reached Dana.
Dana had the family cook prepare nourishing soups and remedies and personally brought them to the hospital to visit her daughter-in-law.
Dana had always been a good mother-in-law. She had been tolerant of Karina, who was a handful, so she was even more fond of Cynthia, who was sensible and considerate.
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