Chapter 652

Chapter 652

"I'm not a monster! I'm a person!" A voice came from inside this black thing.

Elizabeth looked closer and realized that this black mass was actually a person curled up in a ball, dressed all in black.

Black dress pants, black shirt.

Huddled together like that, at first glance, you really couldn't tell if it was human or ghost.

The person looked up at Elizabeth with an utterly dejected expression: "Elizabeth, I came up empty again."

Elizabeth: "Gideon?"

Gideon smiled miserably: "You didn't expect I'd show up at your place early in the morning twice, did you?"

Elizabeth stayed silent.

"Your Nicole has learned to cover her tracks. The last bit of information she left with your phone number was a cemetery."

Elizabeth remained silent.

"I turned over every blade of grass and tree on that mountain. Apart from the graves and some wild grass, there wasn't even a wild animal up there, let alone a person."

Elizabeth's heart suddenly felt relieved.

She'd been worried that if Gideon found Nicole, things might get worse. It was better that he hadn't found her.

She called Alexander to help get the drunk and dizzy Gideon inside and onto the sofa.

Little Alice, who had just woken up, stood in front of Gideon and started mocking him.

"Uncle Gideon, you really look like a pitiful wretch right now."

Gideon: "You bet! Your Uncle Gideon is a pitiful wretch right now."

"You're not just a pitiful wretch, okay? You've become so sloppy, like a dirty little ball."

Gideon fell silent.

"Uncle Gideon, you drove Auntie Nicole away. When Auntie Nicole was with you before, you dressed really clean and matched your clothes well. Now without Auntie Nicole taking care of you, you've become like this—not handsome at all, and you look like a little old man."

As she spoke, Alice pinched her nose: "You stink, Uncle Gideon! You not only drank alcohol, you didn't even shower. You smell like booze. You're dirtier and smellier than a beggar."

Gideon remained silent.

When had Gideon—always tall and imposing, high and mighty, always so presentable—ever been criticized like this?

Gideon lifted his eyelids to look at this little thing standing in front of him with her hands on her hips acting tough.

Suddenly there was a stinging feeling in his eyes.

Over a month now.

He'd mobilized enough people to form a regiment.

But still hadn't been able to find Nicole.

She was pregnant when she left.

Counting the time now, it should be over two months, right?

Was her belly showing?

What did she look like with a big belly?

Would she get those beautiful, cute little freckles on her face?

When she reached ten months, would it be easy for her to walk?

Was there someone to support her?

Would her feet swell?

Was there anyone to help wash her feet?

Gideon didn't know.

In the past, she was always the one washing his feet. After washing them, she would hold his feet and massage them.

But as a partner—forget about being husband and wife, just as partners—he had never once washed her feet.

He didn't know if her feet would get sore. Sometimes wearing those thin, pointed high heels, following him to banquets and mingling among guests, would her feet hurt when she got home?

He didn't know.

He'd never asked.

Because every time, after any banquet, he was always the one enjoying himself.

Enjoying her massaging him all over—his head, his shoulders, his feet.

And now, pregnant with a child, she probably couldn't wear high heels anymore, right?

But pregnant women get tired easily. They easily get backaches and sore feet. What would she do then?

"You dirty ball Uncle Gideon! You got our sofa all dirty!" Alice had been really disliking Uncle Gideon lately, so everything about him annoyed her.

If it were anyone else who was sick and got their sofa dirty, Alice definitely wouldn't blame them.

Not only wouldn't she blame them, she'd feel sorry for them and even pour them a glass of water.

But not Uncle Gideon.

Ever since Auntie Nicole was driven away by Uncle Gideon, Alice had been extremely disgusted with Uncle Gideon.

"You leave my house right now! If you don't leave, I'm going to beat you up!" Alice stood with her hands on her hips, baring her teeth and threatening Gideon.

The little girl had just gotten up, still had fuzzy hair ties in her hair, and was wearing her one-piece pajamas. She gave off that special milky scent children have. Her voice was soft but incredibly fierce.

Looking at her, Gideon suddenly had an illusion in his heart.

If Nicole had a daughter for him, would she be as adorable as Alice?

Would she be this unreasonably bossy?

If his and Nicole's daughter were born, she might not dare act out in Sunwillow City, but in Paris, she'd have every right to act however she wanted in all of Paris.

But where was Nicole?

"Go ahead, beat Uncle Gideon to death." Gideon closed his eyes, waiting for Alice to hit him.

But Alice's palm didn't come down—her mother picked her up and carried her away.

Then Alexander came over, helped Gideon up, and said irritably: "This is all you're good for! Can't find your wife, so you come torture me!"

With that, Alexander helped Gideon walk outside.

Opening the door, he turned back to Elizabeth and said: "I'll take him to my office first."

Elizabeth nodded.

That morning, Elizabeth took Alice to kindergarten again.

At the kindergarten, she happened to run into Claire again.

The woman was on the phone, with an obvious smile on her face: "Great, thank you, cousin! Thank you for introducing me to such a big client."

"Cousin, I'll treat you to lunch." Claire was talking on the phone while walking out.

When she walked parallel to Elizabeth, the woman acted as if she didn't see her.

Or rather, she didn't take Elizabeth seriously at all.

Elizabeth didn't care.

But a few other moms were chatting quietly: "She goes on and on about how we're rich wives and she's poor, but I've never seen a poor person act as arrogant as her. We never forced her to join us, and now she's turning it around on us."

"So annoying!"

"Ms. Spencer, we really, really didn't exclude her or isolate her."

Elizabeth nodded and smiled: "I know. We just need to focus on being ourselves."

With that, she left the kindergarten gates and went to work.

When she arrived at the company, the first person Elizabeth saw was Simon. Simon was beaming today, clearly with something happy on his mind.

Elizabeth immediately thought of the phone call she'd heard Claire making at the kindergarten.

Claire had called him: "Simon."

"Claire, good morning!" Simon greeted Elizabeth with a big smile.

Elizabeth gave a cold laugh, then said: "Simon, you sure have a lot of cousins."

Simon fell silent.

"First there was Elodie and Clara, then later Harper and me, and now there's another cousin. Are you proud of yourself?"

Simon: "What's wrong, Elizabeth? Are you in a bad mood?"

Elizabeth: "Aren't I right?"

Simon: "Of course not! I only have two cousins—one is Claire, and one is you!"

Elizabeth stayed silent.

After a pause, she asked: "Why are you so happy this early in the morning?"

Simon immediately smiled: "Guess why I'm happy?"