Chapter 117:
“Not only you, I also feel it’s quite sudden,” I smiled helplessly.
“What… what do you mean? Did you elope?” Hank paused and stared at me, confused.
Bella’s POV:
I chuckled and gently stroked my belly.
“To be exact, it’s because of this child.”
“Really? Congratulations, you’re going to be a mother,” Hank said. His eyes flickered toward my stomach before quickly looking away. His tone was slightly unnatural.
Sensing his discomfort, I changed the subject.
“I’m here because I have something important that I need your help with.”
Before asking for his assistance, I had told him about my pregnancy out of respect. I didn’t want to take advantage of his feelings for me. I needed him to understand that I was married, expecting a child, and that any romantic possibilities between us were impossible. Whether or not he chose to help me was entirely up to him.
Hank, ever generous, responded without hesitation.
“What do you need me to do? As long as it’s within my power, I’ll do my best.”
“It’s about my sister. She majored in literature and history, but now she wants to transfer to accounting. She’s studying at your university, and I heard that switching majors isn’t easy. I was hoping you could help me find a way for her to make the transfer.”
Hank nodded immediately.
“Accounting is a competitive major, so it won’t be simple. But I’ll do my best. Why don’t you send me your sister’s details as soon as possible? I’ll talk to the dean—I have a good relationship with him. It shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Thank you so much. I was really worried about this.”
Although we weren’t romantically involved, I truly appreciated Hank as a friend. He was kind and willing to help Betty, and since he was a professor at the university, he might even become her teacher in the future.
Two days later, in the middle of the night, I lay in bed unable to sleep.
I turned on the wall lamp, sat up, and checked the calendar app on my phone. Herbert had been in the United States for a week now. Hadn’t he said he would be back by now? Why hadn’t I heard anything from him?
We hadn’t spoken in days, aside from exchanging a few messages in the study last time.
Suddenly, I heard heavy footsteps outside the door.
I tensed. The footsteps weren’t Miranda’s.
Could it be Herbert?
I immediately dismissed the thought. I hadn’t received any news of his return. And with his ex-girlfriend back in town, wasn’t it more likely that he was with her at this hour?
Then who was it?
A wave of unease washed over me. Could it be a thief?
