<b>Chapter </b><b>793 </b>
Cedric looked up. His <b>eyes </b>narrowed as he sized up Eugene.
Eugene’s fair skin looked unnaturally cold under <b>the </b>light <b>of </b>the crystalmp above his head. He looked down at Cedric emotionlessly. <b>“</b><b>If </b>you’re satisfied <b>with </b>that<b>, </b><b>stop </b>those <b>dirty </b>tricks.<b>” </b>
Cedric’s gaze darkened<b>, </b>but Eugene had already turned around and left.
When he passed <b>Ste</b><b>, </b><b>he </b>nced down at her for a second before proceeding to leave without a word.
Behind her, Cedric suddenly raised his voice in anger. <b>“</b><b>What’s </b>with that <b>attitude</b><b>?!</b><b>” </b>
Steughed mockingly with her hand over her mouth. <b>“</b>I don’t know <b>about </b>his attitude, but what happened to your famous pride? You actually threatened a woman who’s younger than <b>your </b><b>son</b>. Aren’t you ashamed <b>of </b>yourself?<b>” </b>
Cedric redirected his anger to Ste instead, snapping<b>, </b>“What do you know<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“Oh, I don’t know anything, but I’m still <b>better </b>than you. You know why Eugene is behaving like this. He learned it from you. Like father, like <b>son</b><b>!</b><b>” </b>
The house was filled with the sound of their bickering again. Outside<b>, </b>Eugene leaned against his car silently. If not for the cigarette on his fingers, he would have melted into the night.
Eugene did <b>not </b>usually smoke much. The cigarette burned on his fingertips, and the smell <b>of </b>nicotine. slowly <b>rose </b>to stain his eyebrows, hiding the coldness in his eyes.
In the end, Yvonne took Mnie to the hospital by Yvonne for a checkup after all. She also found out about Mnie’s <b>close </b><b>shave </b>with the abortion,theatre<b>. </b>
With a solemn expression, Yvonne asked Mnie <b>a </b>question that made her blood run cold. “Can you be sure that your baby’s report wasn’t tampered with?”
Every hair on Mnie’s body stood on end. The tense <b>wire </b><b>inside </b>her snapped, and she suddenly realized something she had overlooked.
Over the past few days<b>, </b>she had been so focused on the <b>medical </b>report that she <b>did </b>not have time <b>to </b>think about the <b>details </b>surrounding it at all. Thanks to Yvonne’s reminder<b>, </b>she finally began to have
her doubts<b>. </b>
She and Yvonne looked at each other. Neither of them said anything<b>, </b>but they both had their
<b>suspicions</b>.
After the checkup<b>, </b>Yvonne apanied Mnie <b>to </b>the previous hospital. They <b>were </b>looking <b>for </b>the doctor from before, but it turned <b>out </b><b>that </b>doctor <b>was </b>on <b>leave</b><b>. </b>
Mnie called her twice<b>, </b>but there was <b>no </b>answer.
After that<b>, </b>Mnie had no choice but to go back to work.
The new year’s break was long over, yet Mnie had not made any progress on the Redwaves project after she put it on hold. The officialunch was set <b>for </b>the beginning of next month, so Mnie <b>once </b>again dived back into the thick of things.
Her thought process <b>was </b>simple. She had already caused the entire studio plenty of trouble because of her personal matters. She could not waste any more of their time.
Ever since she had learned that Xander had made those lemon candies himself, Mnie had felt a little strange about eating them <b>again</b>. In the end<b>, </b><b>she </b>had been thest to discover the two extra bottles that mysteriously showed up in the study and <b>the </b>living room.
Oliver asked Xander several times where he had bought the candy<b>, </b>but Xander never gave him a straight answer.
Mnie could not resist asking him, “Why don’t <b>you </b><b>just </b><b>tell </b>Oliver you made them yourself?”
Xander sat by the window<b>, </b>his slender fingers running a pencil down the surface <b>of </b><b>a </b>blueprint. The
tip of the pencil touched the paper, shading in <b>a </b>small section.
He looked up at Mnie. Under the warm glow of the evening <b>sun</b><b>, </b>his eyes were gentle and calm. The corners of his lips curled up slightly. “Why should I tell him? I didn’t make the candies for him.”
Mnie blinked. Before she could <b>say </b>anything<b>, </b>Xander got up and coughed softly<b>. </b><b>“</b>I made them for
Merry<b>.</b>”
That afternoon, Yvonne came over <b>to </b>the vi. She looked a little pale, and she kept ncing at
Mnie.
No matter how dense Mnie was, she could sense that something was up. <b>“</b><b>Is </b>there something you want to tell me, Yvonne<b>?</b><b>” </b>