“Oh! I didn’t hear it in the kitchen.”
Rosalind quickly went to grab her phone and took a glance at it.
Indeed, there was a missed call. It was only ten minutes ago.
Just because she didn’t answer the call, Malcolm rushed over?
“What’s wrong with Tilda? Is she still upset about Johnny?” Malcolm went straight in and sat on the sofa, but the conversation kept revolving around Tilda.
He always had a way of maintaining the right distance, not making Rosalind feel uncomfortable.
Rosalind thought for a moment and nodded. “Sort of.”
After all, the main reason for Tilda’s excessive sleepiness was still Johnny.
“When she wakes up, I’ll talk to her! How can I let you cook and take care of her? If she wants to eat something, she can tell me. You’re already in a bad mood, worrying about your mother’s matter all the time.”
“Don’t scold her! I’m just cooking a meal. It’s not a big deal.” Rosalind couldn’t even mention Johnny’s name to Tilda herself now!
Pregnant women were moody, and with her being in the early stages of pregnancy and being mad at Johnny, if Malcolm scolded Tilda, it would inevitably make Tilda emotionally break down.
“Well, how about I come tomorrow? In the morning, I can buy some breakfast along the way, and I’ll cook for lunch and dinner.” After saying that, Malcolm added, “I’ll leave after cooking, without staying to eat.”
“No need. Tilda will be fine after this period of time.”
Rosalind couldn’t agree.
Even if it wasn’t to avoid suspicion, Tilda’s diet after the abortion was also important. If Malcolm came to cook, he would definitely find out!
“Alright.” Malcolm didn’t insist. Seeing Rosalind return to the kitchen busy again, he rolled up his sleeves and stood up. “Let me help you.”
…
Actually, Rosalind felt quite uncomfortable. But this was Tilda’s apartment, and Malcolm brought it. She couldn’t just kick him out.
With this thought in mind, Rosalind made a decision.
She couldn’t stay in Tilda’s apartment for long. Northville City is so big. She could find a place to stay.
When Tilda woke up, Malcolm had already left.
She stretched and saw a table full of dishes, smiling like a child.
“Rosalind, I really miss our days when we were at Prosperity Holdings! Even though you had to go to the hospital after work to take care of your mother, we could go out to eat and enjoy ourselves on weekends without any worries!”
Back then, even if work occasionally didn’t go well, a few complaints between the two of them would lift their spirits.
But now, both of them were burdened with a pile of unresolved issues.
“Tilda, people need to grow up,” Rosalind said as she finished setting the table. “Let’s eat. You should eat more.”
“Okay.”
Just as Tilda sat down, the doorbell rang.
“Who could it be?” She stood up to answer the door, then paused. “Could it be Malcolm?”
“Probably not. He was here a little while ago,” Rosalind replied.
“He came by?!”
Rosalind nodded.
Tilda pouted, heading toward the door. She pressed the intercom, and her brows furrowed immediately.
“Who is it?” Rosalind walked over to see what was going on.
“It’s Johnny.” Tilda glanced at Rosalind and then put a finger to her lips. “Shh, let’s pretend we’re not home! I don’t want to talk to him.”
It was obvious he was there to plead with her not to go through with an abortion. Hearing that would only frustrate her more.