Chapter 141 His Pajamas
While Mabel was on the phone with Elizabeth, someone knocked on the bedroom door.
"Elizabeth, hold on, I'll get the door."
Mabel went to open it and saw Emma standing there.
Emma gave a slight smile, "Mabel, your parents are waiting for you downstairs in the living room."
"Thanks," Mabel frowned, a bit annoyed, "Who let them in?"
Emma left with a faint smile.
Mabel closed the door and said to Elizabeth on the phone, "Elizabeth, I need to go downstairs. I'll hang up now, my parents are here."
Elizabeth reminded her, "Mr. Robinson isn't there right now, so protect yourself. Don't go near those twins."
"Okay, I know. They're the Robinson family's treasures now." Mabel hung up after saying this.
She rubbed her face, walked out of the bedroom, and went downstairs.
In the downstairs living room, only Mabel's parents Jerald Mabel and Arabella Pearl were there. Cecilia had already gone out to a fashion show, and Emma and the others weren't in the living room either.
Arabella stared coldly at her daughter Mabel coming down the stairs. She waited until Mabel was right in front of her before saying coldly, "You hid away in Silverlight City, and now that you're back in Border Ridge City you don't even want to see us. What's going on with you? Don't want to acknowledge us anymore?"
After sitting down, Mabel asked directly, "What are you here for?"
Damn it.
"We've always been looking out for you, but you won't listen." Arabella moved closer to Mabel.
Arabella said quietly, "Look at you. If you'd listened to us before, maybe the Robinson family heir would be your child by now. Timothy deliberately made you stay in Silverlight City. Now he's dead, and the family fortune will still go to his children."
"We're doing this for your own good. Look at yourself now, you haven't gotten anything out of it."
Mabel leaned back on the sofa and rolled her eyes, "Mr. Timothy Robinson will be alive."
Arabella was almost furious, "What good does it do you if he's alive? Starting now, you need to have a Robinson family child too."
Mabel was sick of hearing this.
"Mom," Mabel said coldly, "Look at Cecilia. She hasn't had one after all this time, and she's being good about it."
"She's old, she can't have children. You're young, unless..." Arabella said in shock, "Unless Mr. Manuel Robinson has already..."
Arabella looked at her husband Jerald.
They'd finally waited for Timothy to die, and Mabel had returned to Border Ridge City too. The timing and place were right, but they were missing the right person.
Mabel didn't realize her one sentence had made Arabella and Jerald overthink everything.
"I know a few famous doctors, I'll go ask them first."
Mabel was confused.
Mabel wanted to ask why they were looking for doctors out of the blue, but then she heard a notification on her phone, so she didn't ask.
Surprisingly, they were leaving so quickly today.
After Arabella and the others left, Mabel checked her phone and saw it was a message from Yosef.
Mabel didn't reply.
Yosef unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his chest. Mabel didn't answer his calls, and she didn't even respond to his messages.
Half a month ago, when Emma publicly claimed she'd given birth to Timothy's child.
Mabel had called him furiously to question him.
Yosef felt pretty wronged too.
Yosef still remembered what Mabel had said when she cursed at him.
"Elizabeth and Mr. Robinson had already chosen their engagement venue, and now Emma is claiming she had Mr. Robinson's child. How can you Sutter family people be so shameless! Shameless! Shameless!"
After saying "shameless" three times, she hung up on him.
Since that day, Mabel never answered Yosef's calls or replied to his messages.
"Uriah, to Westside Bar."
"Okay." When Uriah reached the intersection ahead, he turned right and headed to Westside Bar.
The bar was open even in broad daylight, though there weren't many people.
Yosef walked in and unexpectedly ran into Armando.
Armando rarely came to bars for leisure, unless it was for business.
He wore a white shirt, his eyes cool and distant. A few girls saw the handsome guy and wanted to have a drink with him, but his cold demeanor made them hesitate.
His suit jacket was casually placed on the bar counter.
"Mr. Johnson, why are you at a bar in broad daylight? Is the Johnson Group about to go bankrupt?"
Yosef rested his elbow on the bar counter and sat on a high stool. He looked at Armando and said teasingly, "This is really rare."
He turned to the bartender and ordered, "Cocktail, thanks."
Yosef and Armando, one looking wild, the other looking cool, each sat at the bar drinking.
Armando sipped slowly.
Yosef drank heavily, lifting his glass and tilting his head back, his slightly open chest making him look like a bandit chief.
Neither of them drank much, just relaxing.
Men don't just get sad and drink over feelings, that's for the weak.
After finishing one drink, Armando picked up his jacket and left.
He walked out of Westside Bar and stood for a moment.
Tom drove the car over.
Armando bent down and got in the car. As it started, he asked, "Did you buy the house?"
Tom glanced at the rearview mirror, "Already bought it."
Armando had suddenly instructed him today to buy the villa next to Elizabeth's.
Tom pretty much knew what Armando was planning to do.
Armando was going to pursue Elizabeth.
For the next two days, Elizabeth didn't see Armando come by, and she finally felt at ease.
Today, Dr. Saskia said Elizabeth could be discharged.
Elizabeth went through the discharge procedures and thanked the hired caregiver.
She contacted a locksmith named Tobias, then called a car to go home.
Elizabeth stood at the entrance of the European-style villa, thinking of Timothy made her chest hurt.
She took a deep breath, reminding herself again that she still had their child in her belly.
Relax, relax.
Tobias, the locksmith, worked at it for a long time. As the sky gradually darkened, he said, "Give me a few more minutes and I'll have it."
Elizabeth smiled slightly, "Thank you."
The lock was hard to open.
A car passed by her house and stopped at the villa next door.
Elizabeth turned to look.
The car door opened, and Armando, wearing a white shirt, got out.
He turned to look at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth glanced at Armando casually, then turned back.
Armando opened the door and walked into the villa.
The lights in the villa next door instantly came on.
Elizabeth looked at the neighboring house again, puzzled. Why was he living here too?
Just then, Tobias had also unlocked her door.
"Miss, it's done. This lock is broken. Do you want to install a new lock now?"
"Install it, thank you."
If she didn't install one, how would she keep out thieves tonight? She was alone now, it was too unsafe.
Tobias happened to have a new lock with him. Installing it was quick, and after about ten minutes, Tobias had changed the lock.
Elizabeth paid him and walked into the courtyard.
She entered the house and reached out to turn on the lights.
The house had been empty for half a month.
Cold and a bit dusty.
Elizabeth changed her shoes and walked to the coffee table. She looked down at the fish tank on it.
The two little goldfish were dead.
Elizabeth sat on the sofa. She held the fish tank, sniffled, blinked, and held back her tears.
Next time she'd have to tell Timothy that gifts can't be living creatures.
She wanted the kind of gift that could stay with her for a long, long time.
Elizabeth simply tidied up the bedroom, took a shower, and came out wrapped in a towel.
She opened the closet, originally intending to get her own pajamas, but her fingers turned in another direction.
Her slender fingers rested on Timothy's black pajamas.
She took down Timothy's pajamas, opened the towel, and put on his pajamas.
Armando finished handling work matters and walked from the study to the balcony, looking up at the European-style villa next door.
Light from one room in the neighboring villa faintly spilled out through the window.
At night, everything around was very quiet.