Tiffany casually turned the car around. “Got it. I’ll be fine.”
Passersby around the neighborhood stared at Tiffany’s car critically and discussed how expensive it must be. They also looked at Tanya, who had stepped out of the car, with envious gazes. This made Tanya feel proud and smug. So, this was how it felt to be seen as a rich woman…
She lowered her head and took a deep breath. Her goal today wasn’t just to clean Eric’s house, but to get closer to him and do what she should have done from the very beginning. If she had only realized this sooner, she would be Eric’s girlfriend by now. That way, she would no longer be inferior to them.
…
The hospital.
Arianne was looking much more energetic today and not as depressed as she was yesterday. She had also developed a better appetite.
Once Tiffany arrived, Arianne sent her to check on the baby. She couldn’t move so she had to send other people to check on him.
Of course, Tiffany was happy to help. She had also noticed two bodyguards outside the ward. She began grumbling internally — Ari had only just given birth; did Mark have to be so paranoid?
Tiffany gulped nervously. “No… You’ve just had a deep incision on your belly. Do you really think you can start walking around now?”
“This is to prevent intestinal adhesions. I have to walk for an appropriate amount of time. The wound will stay closed as long as I don’t do any extreme sports,” Arianne explained helplessly. “It hurt a lot when I had my IV drip this morning. The contractions hurt like hell. I’m glad you’re here. It has really cheered me up.”
Tiffany carefully helped her off the bed. Arianne’s face drained of color from pain before her feet touched the ground. “Ow… Be gentle… Take it slow…”
Mary rushed forward to lend a hand. “Ari, be gentle. Take it slow, there’s no rush. I know how much you want to start walking so that you can see your baby. The baby is in an incubator at the moment, so you can’t touch him anyway. Don’t rush, just focus on getting better.”
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