Chapter 67 Flight

Everything was quite serene in Frank's house.

It was eleven o'clock at night.

Frank had just come back from work. When the car drove into the courtyard, he noticed the lights were on, indicating that Nancy was still awake.

Making his way into the living room, he caught sight of Nancy sitting on the sofa. Moving close to her, he asked, "Why did you ask me to come back?" His demanding tone was tinged with frustration.

Nancy raised her head and stood up slowly, not making a reply.

Frank's eyes darkened in an instant.

Seeing this, Nancy couldn't help but smile. Gracefully, she circled her finger around her abdomen and said, "What do you say? Am I looking pretty in this maternity dress?"

Nancy was a tall and slender woman. Since she was only three months pregnant, her bump was barely visible. Seeing her wear that maternity dress as a robe was quite funny. However, Frank wasn't amused; he was angry!

"What's wrong with you?" Frank demanded, glaring at her.

"Father and Mother would be pleased to see me in this outfit, don't you think so?" Nancy asked as she smiled proudly.

"So you called me here to ask this silly question?" Frank asked, not bothering to hide his indignation.

"Of course not," Nancy said as she looked at him. After a short pause, she went on, "I realized it was high time we had the talk. There are so many things that need to be dealt with. What do you say?"

"Yes, I am glad we are having this conversation," Frank said, his earlier expression of frustration disappeared. He was truly glad she had brought this up. He would have done it otherwise.

"Actually, the matter between us is quite simple. I don't want your money," Nancy announced.

"What did you say?" Frank asked, quite surprised by her words. She nodded her head, assuring him he had heard it right. "Then what is it that you want?" he questioned, bracing himself for her reply.

"I want my child." There was an unmistakable firmness in Nancy's voice.

"No way!"

irk.

'Damn it!' she thought, embarrassed at being caught. He had made her speechless.

Seeing the impact his words had on her, he went on, "Don't be jealous, love. When you are sad, I feel sad too." William raised his eyebrows and feigned sadness.

'He is pulling my leg!' Mary realized with dismay. "Two random women blabbering rubbish! Why should their words bother me?" she said challengingly.

"You are right. You shouldn't let random people get to you," William agreed and nodded his head.

His tone had changed and there was nothing teasing about it anymore.

Mary, who was furious a while ago, seemed quite at peace now. These simple words had made her forget all about the awful encounter with those girls.

However, Mary had something else to worry about. Deep in her heart, there was a lingering fear of sitting in a plane. Once she was inside, she began to fidget worriedly.

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine." After sitting down, William comforted her since her uneasiness was evident to him.

"Thank you." Mary looked at him with gratitude.

"Moreover, with me by your side, nothing bad can happen." There was pride in his voice.

Mary's smile froze. "Excuse me? Why can't bad things happen when you are with me? Who do you think you are? God? Look at that confidence!"

"Okay then,"

he whispered. Mary was both frightened and angry. Turning to the other side, she closed her eyes. She had done it in the pretext of avoiding him. However, she ended up actually falling asleep.

Putting down the documents in his hands, William sighed. He pushed the seat a little back and took out a blanket to cover her.

Mary snorted and shifted to a comfortable sleeping position. William looked at her and noticed how peacefully she was sleeping. 'I wish my life was simple like yours. It would have been easier to fall asleep then.'

William gazed out of the window. Would there be something interesting waiting for them at the destination of this flight?