<h4>Chapter 420: Itinerary Exposed</h4>


    Luke doesn’t hate her, does he? E realized she might be a little slow on the uptake. Reflecting on his behavior over the past few days, she concluded... staying here might not be a good idea. If Luke started acting like Henry, things could getplicated.


    Luke wasn’t inherently bad, just cold and distant toward her, likely as a form of self-protection.


    But in just a few days apart from Eric, she found herself missing him every moment.


    Even if he was busy, seeing him at night would be enough to help her sleep better.


    So, E made a sudden decision—to return to Country S the next day.


    When she shared her n with Lucas, he didn’t object. He knew her heart was with Eric, so he immediately arranged two tickets and nned to apany her back to Country S.


    As they discussed, Luke happened to pass through the living room.


    "Father, I need to go to Country S too. A friend is getting married there. Can you have someone book a ticket for me?"


    Lucas nodded. "Alright. Since you’re going back as well, let’s all travel together."


    E was speechless.


    She had been trying her best to avoid Luke, but somehow he always found an excuse to stick around.


    Luke was smart. By asking Lucas to book the ticket, he ensured they’d be on the same flight. If he booked on his own, he wouldn’t know which flight E and Lucas were taking.


    Lucas smiled warmly at E. "You’re not in great shape. Let the staff pack your things for you, or Eric will think I’m not taking good care of you."


    E nodded. She felt lethargic and weak, preferring to lie down all day. If not for discussing her return with Lucas, she wouldn’t have even gone downstairs.


    Back in her room, the staff packed her belongings. E considered calling Eric but decided against it, thinking it would be better to surprise him.


    That evening, Eric called her as usual, his tone yful.


    "Wife, I bought an intable doll."


    "Oh, is it any good?" E’s tone wasced with mock annoyance.


    Ericughed on the other end. "Mmm, works great!"


    "Eric!" E’s eyes sparkled with amusement, though her voice sounded sharp.


    "My love, no intable doll could everpare to you."


    "Get lost!"


    "Alright, I’ll stop teasing you. How are you feeling today? Did you manage to eat anything? How many times did you throw up?"


    "Eric, you ask these questions three times a day. Don’t you ever get tired of it?"


    ying with her hair, E chuckled. Eric had be quite fussy, calling morning, noon, and night to ask the same things.


    "Of course not. This is my daughter we’re talking about!" Eric’s voice brimmed with joy. Truthfully, he was already imagining having a daughter.


    A little girl like E—clever and mischievous—would surely outwit any troublemakers in her life.


    "I’m fine. It’s still early in the pregnancy; morning sickness doesn’t just disappear overnight," E said with a resigned sigh. Bing a mother wasn’t easy, and everyone said it would only get harder after the baby was born.


    "You’re incredible, my love. Has Luke been giving you any trouble?" Eric asked, his voice softer now.


    "No, he’s out early and backte. We hardly see each other."


    "Good. Try not to talk to him if you can help it, alright?"


    "Okay, okay. I’m tired. Can we talk tomorrow?"


    They had only been talking for ten minutes, but E already said she was sleepy. Eric, though slightly exasperated, felt a pang of affection for her.


    "Alright, my dear wife, rest well. Honestly, I wish I could just fly to your side right now, but..." Eric sighed helplessly. The days of separation, consumed by longing, were agonizingly painful.


    After hanging up, E stared at the ceiling for a long time, wishing she could fall asleep and wake up to find it was morning already—so she could finally go home.


    Eric’s voice, his devilishly charming smile that made her heart race, echoed and reappeared in her mind.


    Meanwhile.


    Eric stood silently by his office window, gazing out at the vibrant night skyline of S City. His phone remained tightly gripped in his hand, as though he was still hoping E might call back.


    But he knew better—she was exhausted and wouldn’t be making another call tonight.


    His tender feelings had no outlet. Yet the thought of the future, with a little "girlfriend" in the form of his daughter, brought a radiant smile to his face.


    Just then, John called again to report that Mia had been found. She was located in the slums, where she had indeed been taken by a group of people. After being abandoned there and having her phone confiscated, she waster imprisoned. Thankfully, Mia was unharmed, thanks to her background as a trained bodyguard.


    Eric immediately informed E and arranged for Mia to be sent to the Anderson family estate.


    Upon hearing Mia was safe, E felt a huge wave of relief. She quickly asked Lucas to add another ne ticket.


    When Mia arrived, she was so thrilled to see E that she hugged her, jumping and shouting with excitement, showing no signs of trauma from her captivity.


    The next morning, E woke up to find Mia already packing her suitcase. Luke’s expression remained as frosty as ever. He gave Mia a cold nce, thinking to himself, *Only Eric’s people could be this ipetent—getting themselves lost like that.*


    Lucas was visibly anxious. Given E’s condition, he had thoughtfully arranged for an experienced nurse to apany them on the flight.


    E was deeply touched by the gesture. A man only shows this kind of care when he truly loves someone.


    After a thirteen-hour flight, E felt dizzy and exhausted, but nothing too serious. With Mia’s support, she managed to walk without issue.


    As they arrived at the airport, they were suddenly swarmed by a mob of people dressed in matching outfits. They blocked the entrance, waving their arms and shouting at the top of their lungs:


    "Give us back Tiffany!"


    "You filthy woman, it’s your fault Tiffany died! She wouldn’t have gone to Country W if it weren’t for you!"


    "Give us Tiffany’s life back! Give us her life back!"


    "Wretched woman, bring Tiffany back to us!"


    E’s face darkened. She hadn’t expected Tiffany’s fans to still hold such strong resentment. Not only had they attributed Tiffany’s ident to her, but they were now confronting her in such an aggressive manner.


    "Protect Miss E immediately!" Lucasmanded sharply. His security team quickly moved to block the enraged fans from getting closer.


    Luke’s expression turned even grimmer. "Where’s Eric? Does he not know you’re arriving today?"


    The number of fans was overwhelming, making it difficult for the handful of bodyguards to keep them at bay.


    Lucas nced at E. "Stopining and focus on keeping E safe! Don’t let anyone get near her!"


    E felt a twinge of guilt. She hadn’t told Eric she was returning, nor had she anticipated her travel ns would leak. Even more shocking was the fact that Tiffany’s fanbase had mobilized to confront her so aggressively at the airport!