Chapter 152 Suspicion
He watched Elizabeth reading emails on the surveillance footage.
He was wondering, did she get suspicious again after seeing the email?
If so, he decided to get rid of the baby in her belly right now.
Meanwhile, Elizabeth in the hospital room was looking at the email Max had sent.
She looked up, glanced around the room, her heart racing.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
That feeling of something being off was back.
She controlled herself, forced a smile, then replied to Max with that smile on her face, [Timothy returned to Silverlight City the day before yesterday]
Once again, she felt this hospital room had a creepy vibe to it.
A conspiracy, this might be a terrible conspiracy.
Elizabeth was getting a bit confused.
She couldn't tell if her current suspicions were because she was having an episode, or if this was her normal state.
She had to find another way to confirm whether that man was really Timothy or not.
If she later confirmed it was Timothy, she would apologize to him.
Elizabeth looked down at her belly.
She couldn't do anything risky right now.
Elizabeth, stay calm, calm down, take it slow, focus on the baby first.
Elizabeth silently reminded herself.
Timothy, who was monitoring Elizabeth, saw her reply.
He raised his eyebrows. Could it be she wasn't suspicious?
He went back to get Elizabeth's underwear and returned to the hospital, handing it to Elizabeth.
His eyes stayed fixed on her expression, not missing the slightest change. "Elizabeth, what do you want for lunch?"
"Not sure yet. I'll take a shower first," Elizabeth looked up. She sat steadily on the sofa and ordered, "Mr. Robinson, carry me to the bathroom. I don't feel like walking."
No matter how turbulent her emotions were inside, Elizabeth had to treat the man in front of her as Timothy.
"As you wish."
He smiled, bent down, and scooped Elizabeth up in his arms.
"Am I much lighter than before?" Elizabeth poked Timothy's chest with her finger. "It's all your fault. If I hadn't been worried about you, I wouldn't have lost my appetite and sleep."
"It's all my fault. Let's take good care of ourselves during this time." Timothy said warmly.
He carried her to the bathroom and put her down.
Then he reached out his arm and wrapped it around her waist.
Holding her close to him.
They were very close.
He kept his arm around her waist, his eyes fixed on her face.
Elizabeth tapped his arm and rolled her eyes at him. "I need to shower. Let go."
She could barely control her racing heart.
Was he just scrutinizing her?
Seeing Elizabeth's expression was normal, he released his arm from her waist.
While Elizabeth was showering.
He sat on the sofa and contacted someone, telling the media to report tomorrow that Timothy had safely returned to the country.
In the bathroom.
Elizabeth held the clothes she was about to change into and scanned the bathroom.
She didn't know if this place was safe.
Elizabeth wet a towel, wrung it out, and covered her face, her expression underneath fierce.
She removed the towel, and her expression returned to normal.
She washed her face, took off her clothes, and showered.
After she finished showering, dried her hair, put on a dress, and walked out, she casually said, "Mr. Robinson, I want pizza for lunch."
Timothy put down his phone. "Do you think that's possible? You can only eat nutritious food lately."
"I'm not asking for much, just a tiny bit, a small piece of pizza, and you can eat the rest!" she said matter-of-factly, then blinked and said in a sweet, affected voice, "You won't even agree to this small request?"
Timothy, sitting on the sofa, raised his eyebrows and surrendered helplessly. "Fine, we'll order it. But you can only eat one small piece."
Elizabeth sat on the sofa and smiled. "I'll order it right now!"
She happily ordered pizza and also ordered two roasted chicken legs.
"Elizabeth, I've contacted a renowned psychologist for you. He's very professional in treating this kind of persecution complex. You need to relax now," Timothy's hand touched her belly, "especially since you're carrying a baby."
Elizabeth's scalp instantly tingled.
She was worried that even if she wasn't really sick, she'd be treated into having a problem.
And the hand on her belly was slender and bony, but she was inexplicably terrified.
"Okay, which hospital is the doctor from?"
"A doctor from abroad. He'll fly to Silverlight City tomorrow."
Who knows if that foreign doctor had any issues.
Elizabeth frowned, dissatisfied. "Can't we contact a domestic doctor?"
"Jason is an authority in this field. Elizabeth, I'm doing this for your own good." Timothy's expression and words showed he was thinking of her.
"Be good, okay? You're a mother now."
Elizabeth reluctantly nodded, silently grumbling to herself, hoping this Jason guy wouldn't have any problems.
Another thing - Elizabeth was increasingly convinced that the Timothy beside her wasn't the real Timothy.
If Timothy heard about her current condition and that she still wanted a bite of pizza.
He would definitely refuse firmly, not even one bite, and then coax her.
Elizabeth's mind was getting clearer. Could it be that even the psychologist she'd seen before had problems?
If so, this fake Timothy in front of her was truly terrifying.
After ordering the pizza, Elizabeth scrolled through funny videos on some platform on her phone, while her mind was thinking about other things.
Timothy suddenly picked her up and sat her on his lap.
He looked at Elizabeth's phone. "What's so interesting about these videos? Why don't we think of names for the baby first?"
"No need to rush, right? We can think about names after three months," Elizabeth patted him lightly and complained, "Sitting on your lap is uncomfortable, not as comfortable as the sofa."
Timothy glanced at Elizabeth. "I just want to hold you for a bit. Can't I even do that?"
After saying this, he reached out to lift her chin, leaning down in a posture that suggested he was going to kiss her.
Elizabeth's eyelashes trembled slightly.
Just then, there was a knock on the hospital room door.
Elizabeth took the opportunity to push his face away. She didn't get kissed - she was truly grateful to whoever was knocking at the door.
"I want to sit on the sofa. Go answer the door."
Elizabeth left his lap and sat on the sofa. "Go answer the door."
Timothy's eyes were calm. "Who would come at this time?"
He obediently went to open the door.
Claire glanced at the Timothy in front of her. "Hello, I'm here to see Elizabeth."
Elizabeth heard Claire's voice and stood up to invite her in. "Claire."
Elizabeth wanted to chat with Claire, so she sent Timothy out. "We're having girl talk. It's not convenient with you here."
Timothy smiled lightly and nodded. He glanced at them. "Take your time chatting."
Before leaving, he thoughtfully grabbed a jacket and draped it over Elizabeth's shoulders. "Put this on, don't catch a cold."
Claire gave them an ambiguous look.
Elizabeth was at a loss for words.
Timothy walked out of the room and closed the door.
He went to the stairwell and casually took out his phone to check the surveillance.
When he pretended to kiss her just now, she seemed a bit nervous. He didn't know if it was the nervousness of kissing a boyfriend, or something else.
Interesting.
When Elizabeth was feeling helpless and alone, Claire came.
After Timothy left, she deliberately opened her phone and showed Claire the funny videos she'd been watching.
Elizabeth covered her mouth laughing and leaned close to Claire. "Claire, keep laughing. I have something to tell you. Call me in three months and invite me to your place."
Claire was puzzled but continued watching the videos and laughing while processing what Elizabeth had just said.
Why was Elizabeth being so mysterious?
The reason Elizabeth said three months was because Sidney had already said she must rest in bed for three months.
This meant that during these three months, that Timothy wouldn't agree to let her go out. If she insisted on going out, it would easily arouse suspicion.
She was now spending most of her time lying down, occasionally getting up to wash up, eat, or sit on the sofa to rest.
In the stairwell, Timothy stared intently at the footage of Elizabeth covering her mouth and leaning close to Claire.
Was Elizabeth talking? Or just laughing?
After Claire left, Timothy also returned to the hospital room.
He walked toward Elizabeth leisurely.
Like a hunter's posture.
Timothy called her lazily, "Elizabeth."