Chapter 33 Whose Baby?
Hearing that, Tess hesitated. Charles was already reaching for his wallet.
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The vendor watched him happily, fishing out a sealed baby rattle, ready to trade it for cash.
Ring, ring-
Suddenly, Tess’s phone rang in her pocket.
She froze when she saw the caller ID.
It was her mom, Kylie Larson.
La didn’t notice the sudden shift in Tess’s mood. She didn’t even nce at the wrapped toy; she just reached up toward the one in the vendor’s hand.
“Sorry!”
Tess pulled La close. She looked at Charles, silently asking for help getting home.
Charles agreed right away. La kept staring longingly at the baby’s rattle as they walked off.
The vendor sighed and stuffed the toy back in the bag.
“I’ll take that one.”
A voice cut in, startling the vendor.
“Huh?” The vendor blinked at the young man. “I’ve got new ones in the bag.”
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A few secondster, the figure from the loft appeared again, leaning against the window. There was a baby rattle in his hand.
Finn gave
it a gentle shake, his eyes unfocused, staring through the toy.
In his mind, a smiling woman appeared–smart suit, soft features, no scar.
His hand suddenly clenched, nearly snapping the rattle.
He quickly loosened his grip. Seeing it was unharmed, he let out a breath.
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Then he stood there, a little dazed.
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<i>What </i>am <i>I </i><i>doing</i><i>? </i><i>Just </i><i>because </i><i>a </i><i>baby </i><i>likes </i><i>this </i><i>rattle</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>suddenly </i><i>don’t </i><i>want </i><i>to </i><i>break </i>it<i>? </i>
Finn looked up—just in time to see Tessughing at something Charles said, her eyes soft, smile easy. The way she looked at him had a warmth that pulled one in without even trying.
Those eyes were on Charles. The baby in her arms was staring at him too, blinking wide, curious eyes.
The three of them, side by side, looked just like a family on a grocery run.
Finn’s breath hitched.
His
gaze turned sharp, almost vicious, locking onto Charles–then slowly shifted to the baby.
<i>That </i><i>baby</i>… <i>looks </i><i>a </i><i>lot </i>like <i>him</i><i>! </i>
The thought almost escaped his lips.
But the next second, doubt rushed in. The baby’s features weren’t fully formed yet.
<i>Tess </i><i>and </i><i>I </i><i>had </i><i>only </i><i>crossed </i><i>the </i><i>line </i><i>once</i><i>–</i><i>that </i><i>night </i><i>before </i><i>she </i><i>went </i><i>to </i><i>prison</i><i>. </i><i>What </i><i>are </i><i>the </i><i>odds </i><i>she </i>got <i>pregnant </i><i>from </i><i>that</i>?
<i>And </i><i>knowing </i><i>how </i><i>clingy </i><i>she </i><i>is</i><i>, </i><i>if </i><i>she </i><i>had </i><i>my </i><i>child</i>, <i>she </i><i>would’ve </i><i>begged </i><i>me </i><i>from </i><i>prison</i><i>–</i><i>yed </i><i>the </i>kid <i>card </i><i>just </i>to <i>get </i><i>out</i>.
So <i>if </i>it’s <i>not </i><i>mine</i><i>… </i><i>whose </i><i>is </i><i>it</i>?
<i>Could </i><i>it </i><i>be</i>… <i>Max’s</i>?
He clenched his fist and shoved the rattle into his pocket. Then he turned and barked at Zane, “Find out whose number that was. And whose baby she’s holding.”
As the words left his mouth, Finn yanked the curtain shut, cutting off the view of that man below.
“Ms. Ember, your grandma left you a sizable inheritance, Please return home soon to take care of it.”
Right after thewyer’s call, Kylie’s number popped up.
“You’re out now. Juste home.”
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She got straight to the point.
Inside the small building, Tess paused, phone in hand.
The silence on the other end made Kylie feel something was off.
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She nced at the screen, saw the call was still active, and snapped, “Tess, are you listening to me?”
“Heh.”
Tess pressed her lips together and let out a faint response.
Kylie frowned, voice rising. “What kind of attitude is that? Your grandma’s deathst everything to do with you! The memorial’s in a few days–you’d bettere back!”
Hearing the familiar scolding, Tess’s chest tightened. Her fingers curled, then slowly loosened.
<i>Yeah</i><i>. </i><i>That sounds </i><i>more </i><i>like </i><i>her</i><i>. </i>
<i>For </i><i>a second</i>, she’d <i>wondered </i><i>if </i><i>a </i><i>ghost </i><i>had </i><i>taken </i><i>over</i>.
Her thoughts churned, looping back to a quiet, t voice. “I’lle back.”
year had
“As soon as possible,” Kylie added, as if she didn’t notice the coldness in Tess’s voice. “And what are you doing hiding out there anyway? I heard Finn’s looking for you. Shouldn’t you go settle your marriage with him already?”
Tess stayed silent, just listening to theints pour out.
All these years, only one person had ever pushed her to get divorced–Kylie.
She used to wonder why.
Now she knew. All those words-“You won’t be happy with Finn. You deserve someone who truly loves you“-were lies. Every one of them.
Funny how she used to believe Kylie still cared. But a year in prison had made things clear. What Kylie wanted was simple: for Tess to step aside so Nadine could take her ce.
She hung up after one dry line. “I’ll go–for Grandma.”
To Kylie, that was no different than a p in the face.