Chapter 2: Passage of Time

Aria Grant had just arrived at the small villa she was going to stay for a few days, and George Flack in the room woke up as well.

He frowned and gently rubbed his aching head, his thin lips pursed tightly, and his face looked terrible.

As he touched the warm soft body beside him, his hand paused, and his gaze suddenly turned cold. He lifted the quilt and looked at the woman lying next to him, his face slightly dark. "Why are you here?" he asked coldly.

Feeling the sudden coldness, Belly Wescott let out an exclamation. She quickly grabbed the quilt in George's hand and covered her exposed body. Blushing, she nervously said, "George, last night we..."

"Last night?" George's brows furrowed, thinking of what happened the night before. His face instantly darkened, and his aura became even more chilling.

Yesterday, before the graduation banquet, he had a meal with his mentor and accidentally drank too much. He was in a daze when his assistant helped him into the room and left to get a sobering medicine. It seemed that a woman had rushed in during that time...

All he could remember was her strong alcohol breath and the beaded bracelet on her wrist. After that, his memory became very chaotic.

George's cold gaze fell on Belly Wescott. Seeing the messy kiss marks on her and the red beads on her wrist, his frown deepened, and his expression grew even darker.

Could it be that he really did it with her last night?

As this thought came up, a wave of nausea rose in George's heart, making his face turn even paler.

"George." Belly Wescott looked at him worriedly. After hurriedly putting on her clothes, she got up and went to his side, reaching out to massage him.

"Don't touch me." George said coldly, pushing her away and quickly putting on his clothes. His face was extremely gloomy, and his heart was heavy.

Last night, he had planned on apologizing to Aria, but he didn't expect such a thing to happen. Everything had become a mess now.

Belly Wescott watched him nervously as he got dressed. As he was about to leave, her face showed a touch of panic. She walked over to him and tightly grasped the corner of his clothes. "George, we..."

"I need some time to think. I'll contact you later." George ruthlessly pried her hand off. "Don't worry, if it's true, I'll take responsibility for you."

"Alright." Belly Wescott knew she couldn't cling to him any longer. She nodded and obediently let go of his clothes. As he was about to leave, she forced a smile. "George, if you find it troublesome, I'm okay with it." Her smile was painfully strained.

"I'll just treat it as a one-night stand between adults."

George's footsteps paused momentarily, but ultimately, he didn't turn back and strode away.

After he left, Belly Wescott's smile disappeared. She slumped down on the ground, her eyes filling with a touch of despair.

Why?

She loved him so much, why couldn't he look at her more?

Was she really that inferior to Aria Grant?

As she was lost in thought, a pair of black leather shoes appeared in her line of sight.

Belly Wescott looked up, frowning. "You..."

The stranger looked down at her and smiled gently, appearing very kind. "Lady, I can help you get George Flack. Shall we make a deal?"

Belly Wescott stared at him for a while without answering. He, however, did not rush her and patiently waited for her response.

Many thoughts raced through her mind. In the end, the deal to get George Flack was too tempting. She made up her mind. "Alright."

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Aria Grant did not expect that she would stay outside for more than half a year.

During that time, she tried various ways to make her sister agree to let her come home, but unfortunately, she got pregnant at the critical moment.

On the day she found out she was pregnant, Belly Wescott received a message from that person. She went to find George and told him that she was pregnant.

As that person had predicted, George did not believe her. That person then told her not to panic and to act accordingly. She followed George's instructions, went for a check-up, and even had a so-called paternity test at five months of pregnancy.

Somehow, all the information George Flack had obtained showed that the child Belly Wescott was carrying was his.

At that time, George still hadn't accepted Belly. After getting the information, he only asked her to take care of her pregnancy and give birth to the child, promising to give her a status in the future.

Belly agreed, knowing that she couldn't force George, especially since he still had Aria in his heart.

Aria had disappeared, and George had been frantically searching for her for a while but couldn't find her no matter what.

Belly knew that George's inability to find Aria must have involved interference from that person.

This anxious period lasted until the expected due date arrived. As instructed by that person, Belly moved to a hospital prepared by her, and was taken to the operating room according to the procedure.

Entering the operating room with her was Aria, who also had her due date coming up.

Aria knew childbirth was painful but she didn't expect it to be this painful. She felt an urge to kill.

By the time she tried her best to give birth to the child, she didn't even have time to glance at the baby before passing out from exhaustion.

She didn't know that while she was unconscious, her sister's arranged help had just arrived. They had negotiated with the doctor to inject her with anesthesia to facilitate her quiet relocation to another hospital.

In the midst of this hurried chaos, a figure in a white coat took away one of the babies and quietly entered Belly's operating room.

"Did she give birth to a girl?" The bodyguard escorting Aria looked at the baby in the incubator and asked the doctor next to him.

"Ah, yes, a girl." The doctor beside him lowered his head unnaturally and replied in a hoarse voice.

"Alright, let's get going quickly. If the anesthesia wears off halfway and she gets agitated, it will be troublesome for Kelly." The bodyguard said.

"Alright, be careful with the child. Don't let anything happen or Kelly will skin you alive." The other bodyguard responded.

"Don't worry." The bodyguard nodded, carefully holding the baby and hurriedly leaving with the others.

When Aria woke up, she was already in a foreign hospital bed, with a healthy baby girl lying next to her.

Upon learning that her sister had arranged for her to leave the country, Aria remained silent for a long time. Unlike before, she didn't continue to argue to go back, instead asking to relay a message to her sister that she would live a good life abroad.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, five quiet years had passed.

International Airport.

In the bustling crowd, a mother-daughter pair drew special attention.

They wore matching casual outfits. The mother was stunningly beautiful with exquisite features and a cold demeanor; her daughter was adorable with delicate features and a similar temperament. However, the cute and delicate face of the girl was currently wrinkled with seriousness, as if she was focused on something important.

Indeed, she was doing something important.

Her irresponsible mother had handed the suitcase to her to pull while she walked beside her carefree and empty-handed.

When passing people noticed them, they were initially amazed by their beauty, but then when they saw the disproportionately large suitcase the daughter was pulling behind her, they couldn't help but cringe.

This mother...has a really ruthless heart.

"Ivy Darling, are you alright?" Aria tilted her head slightly, the corners of her eyes filled with laughter as she looked at her daughter pulling the suitcase stubbornly. "If you can't do it, you can ask for mommy's help. Mommy won't mind the fact that you lost the challenge."

"Mommy." Ivy glanced at her irresponsible mother, her small face serious and her voice soft, "a girl can't say she can't do it, so..."

She tightened the grip on the handle of her suitcase, her delicate face tense with determination as she nodded solemnly, "I can do it!"

Aria: "..."

Who the hell taught her this kind of nonsense?