Nancy had an understanding of women having less resistance when they were pregnant but she didn't really understand what Doris was getting at.
"Okay. Later then. I'll be waiting for you." Doris sounded less gloomy than she did earlier.
"Alright, then." Nancy wore her coat and shut the door after that. She headed downstairs and drove to Jay's villa.
Doris was waiting for her at the door.
Weakly, she rested her frame against the marble pillar under the eaves. One could tell that she was tired to the bone.
"It's late, madam. May I ask where you're going?" One of the servants approached her, concern written over her face.
"I'm going to get the bad guy," Doris answered bitterly.
The servant glanced at Doris' belly and then back up to look at her face. "You're heavy. How will you manage it? Are you serious about this, madam?"
"I'm not joking. I'm going to do it!" replied Doris, firmly.
"If there really is a bad guy, I think we should let the young master handle him. He's a big shot in town and I've heard
ere married. Couples fight and make up all the time as they would again this time. She, Laura, was just a servant who might lose her job.
She was convinced that Doris didn't mean what she said.
"Are you still going to do this, Doris?" The day was far spent. Nancy was hoping that Doris had changed her mind and would decide to let sleeping dogs lie.
But Doris was even more determined. "Of course! You're here after all, so what's stopping me?"
She opened the car door and got in.
Nancy objected. Doris sounded like she was forcing her and she didn't like it.
"Well, let me clarify something here. You're the one who wants to do this, not me. You'd better understand that," Nancy emphasized firmly.
"Whatever. Let's go, Nancy!" Doris patted her shoulder.
Nancy revved the car's engine and asked, "So, where are we going?"
"First, let's go to the Breeze. It's their most popular spot," Doris ordered.
"Alright, then. Wear your seat belt. I'll take you to the bar."
With that, they drove off to the Breeze Bar.