Chapter 120:
I picked at my breakfast, but every bite felt difficult to swallow.
I had expected him to agree to the divorce without hesitation. But his reaction had caught me off guard.
Did he not want to divorce me?
Or was he simply angry because I had confronted him before he could bring it up himself?
Ring… Ring…
The sudden ringing of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts.
I quickly answered.
Bella’s POV:
The call was from Hank.
“Bella, our department has criteria for students who wish to transfer majors this year. Your sister has done very well in her current department, and it shouldn’t be a problem to transfer her. I have the transfer form here. Where are you? I’ll send it to you.”
Hearing this, I felt a surge of happiness. It seemed that Betty could indeed transfer to the accounting department at NF University.
“No, no, I’ll come and get it myself. Don’t delay your classes,” I quickly replied.
“Okay, I’ll wait for you in the office.”
Hank hung up, and I quickly went upstairs to change clothes. Hank usually attended classes at nine, and it was already eight. It would take me about half an hour to get to the university, so I wouldn’t be delaying his class. Ten minutes later, I grabbed my bag and walked out the door after informing Miranda. I called a taxi and headed to NF University. The transfer process went smoothly, and I collected the application form from Hank’s office. Afterward, I went to pick up Betty from my mother’s house.
Betty and I worked together on the transfer application. We had lunch, and then I sent Betty back. By the time I took a taxi home, it was already the afternoon.
If it were before, this would have seemed like a routine task. But now, being pregnant, I didn’t have the same energy I used to. Even though I was tired, I was happy that Betty was finally transferred to her desired major.
In the afternoon, I returned to Herbert’s residence. When I arrived home, I changed into my slippers and walked into the living room while massaging my shoulders. But when I looked up, I froze. A person was sitting on the sofa. I was shocked! Why was he home at this time?
His expression and posture were serious. Was he waiting for me?
When he looked at me, his eyes were as cold as ice.
“Where have you been?”
Herbert’s voice was cold, making the air between us feel even colder. What was going on with him? Was this about what happened last night?
“I went to my mother’s house,” I said, and then I turned to sit on the other sofa. I wasn’t lying. I had visited more than one place today and met several people, but the main reason I went out was to help Betty with her major transfer. Betty was now living with my mom, so there was nothing wrong with me going to her house.
On the outside, I appeared calm, but on the inside, I was very nervous. Had he suddenly come back because he was ready to talk about the divorce? It came sooner than I expected, but it didn’t matter—we would eventually reach this point. Was he eager to return because he wanted to divorce me quickly? Only then could he be with Caroline. The more I thought about it, the more upset I became. Yet, it was clear he was still tangled up with his ex-girlfriend. Why, then, was he looking at me with such an icy expression now?
It seemed that I was the one who had done something wrong.
