Chapter 138:
She stared at me for a long moment before responding, “Sit down and talk.”
This was strange. I remembered our last meeting, when she had been nothing but hostile toward me. This time, however, she was oddly calm. There was no hostility or disgust in her gaze, at least not at first glance.
“I’ve been wanting to visit you for a long time,” she began, her tone unexpectedly mild.
“I’ve been so busy, but now that I see your situation is good, I can rest easy. By the way, I bought some items for the baby. Why don’t you let Miranda come with me to the Wharton house to pick them up?”
I looked at Miranda with hesitation. Besides the security guards at the door, she was the only one taking care of me in the villa. McKenna continued, “It’s a four-hour drive from here to the Wharton house. I’ll have her return as quickly as possible, well before nightfall.”
I turned to Miranda.
“Mom, it’s up to you,” I said, feeling it wouldn’t hurt for McKenna to take her for a few hours.
“Then don’t waste any more time. Miranda, come with me!” McKenna stood up, and sure enough, as the evening approached, Miranda returned. She had brought back a lot of baby supplies: small beds, bottles, pillows, bedding, clothes, milk powder—everything a baby would need. Many of the items were branded, ones I had never seen before, and together, they were probably worth more than 20,000 dollars.
Seeing the items, I gently touched my belly and smiled.
“Baby, did you see that? Grandma bought all this for you.”
After flipping through everything, I turned to Miranda.
“I’m hungry. Make me something to eat.”
“Oh, I’ll go right now,” Miranda replied, quickly hurrying off.
After a while, a loud noise came from the kitchen. Something had broken. I rushed over to see what had happened. Sure enough, I found Miranda squatting on the floor, picking up the broken shards.
“Miranda, why are you so careless?” I asked as I approached her.
As soon as I spoke, Miranda accidentally cut her hand on a broken piece of porcelain.
“Oh my, you’re bleeding. Hurry up and bandage it. I’ll make myself a bowl of noodles,” I said, quickly pushing Miranda out of the kitchen.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. From the moment McKenna had taken Miranda away, I felt uneasy, as though something was going to happen. But what? Perhaps I was just being overly sensitive, overthinking things.
McKenna’s POV:
Who am I? I am McKenna Winter, the hostess of the Wharton family. I’m one of the most distinguished women in the country. But I never expected I’d be threatened by a woman. That woman was Caroline.
I wasn’t pleased with the two women Herbert had chosen, but Caroline? She was the one I despised most. Still, she had leverage over me. I couldn’t do anything about it.
A week later, I received a call from Caroline.
“Mrs. Wharton, have you come up with a solution?” she asked, her voice as annoying as ever.
I frowned as I heard her voice.
