Ivy could only tell a small, well-intentioned lie.
Wanda frowned. "It's so late, and he still went back to the office? No job is more important than family."
Ivy smiled faintly and didn't respond.
After finishing the soup, Ivy returned to her bedroom. She took a long, hot shower, then climbed into bed.
She stared at the empty space beside her, and Nathan's handsome face surfaced in her mind.
Where was he right now? Would he come home tonight?
Ivy understood Nathan's anger completely. Someone as gifted and proud as he carried a deep sense of self-respect. She was probably the first person who had ever dared to use him this way.
Even if she had a hundred reasons and a thousand excuses, she couldn't say them out loud. No one in this world was obligated to tolerate another person unconditionally.
As for what Nathan would do next, she had no idea.
Whatever choice he made, she couldn't interfere.
Ivy rested her hand gently on her lower abdomen and whispered, "Let's sleep now."
Her thoughts were heavy, but pregnancy hormones weighed on her, and she soon drifted off.
When she opened her eyes again, it was already morning. Ivy sat up and looked to her side. It was still empty.
If she wasn't mistaken, Nathan hadn't come home at all.
Ivy got out of bed, washed up, and went downstairs.
Wanda was in especially high spirits. "Mrs. Lowe, you're up! Breakfast's ready. Come eat."
Ivy walked over and took a sip of milk.
Wanda asked, "Where's Mr. Lowe?"
Ivy answered honestly, "He didn't come back last night."
"What?" Wanda looked shocked. "Mr. Lowe stayed out all night? Where could he have gone?"


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