Chapter 68

Kelly never lunged; she’d never experienced this kind of treatment in her lifetime. She deciphered the situation and took the candy, slightly dazed. “Do you always carry this around with you?”

I went back to the car to grab it when I picked up breakfast. Kartier, I saw a parent in the 17-com calming their kid. One replied flatly, “I’m not your lad—” Kelly muttered under her breath.

Dron chuckled, “Doesn’t matter if you’re a kid or not. I just want you to be happy.”

That simple sentiment rippled through Kelly’s heart again. She peeled off the candy wrapper and popped the piece into her mouth. It tasted so sweet.

The bitterness in her mouth faded, and she couldn’t help but sway her head from side to side. Leon watched her with a soft smile.

By the afternoon, Kelly and Leon left the hospital with the doctor’s approval. “Should we say goodbye to Dr. Westwood?” Kelly asked.

“It’s probably busy. I’ll just send him a message,” Leon remarked.

The night before, Leon had to park further away since there wasn’t any parking near the emergency entrance. He thought of Kelly’s condition and said, “Wait for me at the entrance. I’ll bring the car around.”

From the night before until now, he’d been running around because of her. He hadn’t even gotten any sleep. And yet, through all of it, he’d remained calm, composed, and so careful—proficient in handling things, but also in noticing her emotions and quietly supporting her. He was like a steadfast vest—deep, and capable of holding everything she carried.

A voice broke through her thoughts. She turned to see Carol standing at the hospital entrance; she hadn’t expected to run into her again so soon.

“Ms. Teller, what brings you to the hospital?” Carol asked.

“Packing op meds for my mother-in-law. She’s at the age where she has to pop pills every day. I come here at least once a week,” Carol said, eyeing Kelly. “How about you? Are you okay?”

Kelly would never mention the pregnancy, so she replied, “Just a bit of a cold. Thought I’d get it checked out.”

“You don’t sound sick at all,” Carol said.

“Well, I’m almost recovered. I’m here for a follow-up,” Kelly replied.

“Well, be careful. Lots of people are getting sick lately,” Carol reminded her.

“Thank you, and you too, Ms. Teller,” Kelly said.

Just then, Kelly noticed Leon’s black Mercedes pulling up. Her mind raced for a smooth way to get in without raising suspicion.

Then, an idea struck her, and she said, “Ms. Teller, my ride is here. I need to go.”

“Oh, your ride?” Carol replied, looking at the cars on the road.

Kelly braced herself and pointed at Leon’s car. “That one.”

Carol’s eyes widened. Her son had been saying the economy was rough lately. She hadn’t really believed it, but here it was—a Mercedes owner working part-time as a driver. Maybe her son was right after all.

“See you, Ms. Teller,” Kelly called out as she opened the door, noting Carol’s surprised expression.

“Who was that?” Leon asked, having seen them talking from the window.

Just as the car was about to pull away, a voice called out.

Leon recognized the voice immediately.

Candice yelled, “Gilly, could you ask your driver—"

Kelly froze. This could not be happening.

A flustered look appeared on Kelly’s face.

There Candice was, pressing in and saying something neither of them could hear.

"Take a small detour and drop me off close to your school; it’s hard to get a ride with the crowd," Candice said.

Then, in Munich, Leon asked, “Driver?”