Chapter 153 Terrifying
Elizabeth had a strong sense of crisis.
He called her Elizabeth.
She immediately covered her face and looked at Timothy walking over with a blushing face, "I just thought of a name for the baby."
Timothy smiled faintly. He sat down beside her and put his arm on the sofa behind her back, "What is it?"
Maybe the baby wouldn't be born after all.
"TiEli!" Elizabeth grabbed his other arm excitedly, looking at him, "Baby's father, do you think it sounds good?"
Was she joking?
TiEli?
He looked down at the hand grabbing his arm and stayed silent for a moment.
She probably hadn't become suspicious yet.
Otherwise she wouldn't be so excited to discuss the baby's name with him.
Forget it, whether she was suspicious or not, once Jason came tomorrow, everything would be easy to solve.
"Timothy, don't you also think TiEli sounds good?"
Timothy nodded lazily and responded in a low voice, "Sounds pretty good."
Elizabeth almost spat at him. Where was the "good" in that? Only someone who wasn't the real father would have this kind of attitude.
Who exactly had transformed into Timothy's appearance? They could even imitate Timothy's speech patterns to a terrifying degree.
As the saying goes, the person who understands you best is always your enemy.
Elizabeth had a flash of inspiration and suddenly thought of something.
Jake?
Timothy's rival.
Elizabeth wasn't sure if it was Jake, but she could test it out.
This Timothy had said that Jake was Timothy's sister's fiancé, so if she...
Forget it, Elizabeth decided to play it safe for the sake of the baby in her belly and not test him for now.
"Mr. Robinson, I only ordered pizza for lunch. What else did you order?"
"Food from Carlton Hotel."
"Why Carlton Hotel again?"
Elizabeth deliberately leaned her head on Timothy's shoulder, acting dependent on him.
She had a theory - if this Timothy was really Jake in disguise, he probably wouldn't do anything more intimate with her, like kissing. He probably wouldn't do that.
Her reasoning had two points. First, Elizabeth was Timothy's woman, which made her sort of family to Timothy's sister Annie.
Second, after Annie died, Jake went crazy - the kind of crazy hatred for those who killed his loved one.
So in conclusion, this Timothy probably wouldn't betray his dead lover by being intimate with her.
This put Elizabeth's mind at ease for now. At least she didn't need to act out kissing or sleeping together.
The pizza and Carlton Hotel food arrived almost at the same time.
Elizabeth smiled as she ate the extra roasted chicken leg she had ordered. Pretending to be affectionate, she held the nearly finished chicken leg to Timothy's lips, "Mr. Robinson, open up."
Timothy fell silent. Timothy smiled, "You eat it yourself."
What was wrong with Elizabeth, offering him the chicken leg only when it was almost finished?
Elizabeth glared at him, "Are you starting to find my saliva disgusting? I'm just pregnant and you're already disgusted with me!"
As she spoke, she started crying.
Where had her Timothy gone?
If Timothy didn't come back soon, he'd be collecting bodies for her and the baby.
Timothy felt speechless, "Wait, why are you crying already? I'll eat it, I'll eat it, okay? I'm not disgusted."
How shameless Elizabeth was in private - who knew what Timothy loved about her?
Elizabeth smiled through her tears and handed him the last bite of chicken leg.
Watching him lower his head to eat that bite of chicken leg, she didn't feel the joy of revenge but rather a sense of fear.
Elizabeth suspected this Timothy's purpose was far from simple, otherwise he wouldn't have endured eating her leftover chicken leg.
Was it to make Timothy uncomfortable? That didn't seem quite right, because he wouldn't actually touch her. So what was it really for?
Elizabeth secretly took another piece of pizza. As she ate, she gradually tried to guess this Timothy's purpose.
She suddenly thought of the baby.
Could this Timothy's real purpose be the baby?
The more she thought about it, the more terrifying it became.
Thinking about her baby, her elbow accidentally knocked over a drink, spilling it.
Suddenly, the red tea from the paper cup spilled all over the floor.
Timothy looked at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth looked back at him innocently and said, "Mr. Robinson, the floor needs wiping. I didn't mean to."
Timothy looked at her for a second, smiled with a hook of his lips, and took away the pizza she had secretly grabbed, "Someone will come clean it up later. You eat your nutritious meal."
Elizabeth wasn't upset about losing the pizza. She silently praised her quick reaction, trying to relieve her own stress.
In the afternoon, Elizabeth needed an IV drip.
She watched shows while getting the drip, while the Timothy in the hospital room seemed to be working.
For now, the two of them were relatively peaceful.
Meanwhile, Claire left the hospital. Thinking about what Elizabeth had secretly told her, the more Claire thought about it, the more frightening it seemed.
Elizabeth must have encountered some trouble.
Claire planned to discuss it with Tom together after he got home from work.
Tom was smarter than Claire - he should have a way to help Elizabeth.
Claire had driven herself to the hospital today. When she stopped normally at a red light, her car was suddenly hit.
She crashed into the steering wheel in front of her.
Claire clutched her chest in shock, still shaken. It hurt.
A taxi had rear-ended the private car in front of it.
The driver quickly got out and walked to the driver's side of the private car that was hit, knocking on the window, "Miss, are you okay? I'll call an ambulance right away."
Claire clutched her chest, sweating on her forehead, too pained to speak as she opened the car door.
When the car was rear-ended, the impact wasn't extremely violent, but her chest still hurt from hitting the steering wheel.
While waiting for the ambulance, the driver also called the police, very honestly saying she had rear-ended someone else's car.
Some passing drivers got out to check the situation. Seeing that Claire wasn't bleeding and was still conscious, they drove away.
The ambulance came quickly.
The nurse helped Claire out of the car and onto the ambulance.
The ambulance left.
The driver waited anxiously at the scene for the police.
On the ambulance, Claire soon passed out.
That evening.
When Tom got home from work and didn't see Claire, he immediately sensed something was wrong.
He called several times, but Claire didn't answer.
So he called to ask Elizabeth if she had seen Claire today.
Claire had said she was going to the hospital to see Elizabeth today.
"At noon, Claire came to the hospital to see me. Can't you reach her by phone now?" Elizabeth suddenly looked up.
She looked at the person sitting on the sofa in shock.
Timothy noticed Elizabeth's gaze. He lifted his eyelids and asked gently, "Elizabeth, is something wrong?"
Elizabeth's bright eyes stared at Timothy, furious inside. Claire couldn't have disappeared for no reason. She said to Tom on the phone, "I'll have Timothy send people to look for her."
Tom also had connections - he would send people to look for Claire too.
Elizabeth hung up the phone, controlling her anger, and instead said to Timothy with concern, "Mr. Robinson, Claire is missing. Can you send people to help look for her?"
Timothy raised his eyebrows in surprise. Now he was certain - Elizabeth really hadn't become suspicious of him.
But he always did things thoroughly.
He only planned to keep Claire unconscious until tomorrow anyway, to ensure his plan for tomorrow could proceed smoothly.
Timothy saw Elizabeth staring straight at him. He kindly agreed, "I'll help you look for her."
He made several phone calls to contact his people to search.
Elizabeth's hands under the covers clenched the blanket tightly. Her palms were sweaty.
Acting in front of a terrifying strange man was a very scary thing.
Elizabeth really regretted it. If something happened to Claire, Elizabeth would never forgive herself.
Claire was different from Jessa.
Jessa and Elizabeth's relationship had started with both understanding it was a transaction.
But Claire had truly been dragged into this by Elizabeth.
His calculations were terrifying, leaving nothing to chance.
Elizabeth was now one hundred percent certain he wasn't Timothy. The tiny glimmer of hope Elizabeth had held in her heart was shattered.
He hung up the phone and walked to the bedside, his slender fingers lifting Elizabeth's face.
Seeing her anxious expression, he comforted her gently, "Don't worry, she'll be fine."