Chapter 69
So, what Susan said about me always being above her and putting her down.
Where did that even come from?
I'm the one who's superior now, forever above her.
"Nancy, do you really think you're special? You're just luckier than us, that's all."
"Does Michael really love you? Your marriage is just a business arrangement. One day, you'll end up worse off than me!"
...
Behind me was Susan's hysterical voice, but I didn't even bother to lift my head. What she was saying meant nothing to me. Living my life over again, I would make my own choices.
As soon as I walked out of the police station, I saw Michael waiting for me outside as always.
Michael's deep eyes fell on me, with traces of a smile. "How did it go? She didn't bully you, did she?"
I shook my head and intertwined my fingers with Michael's. "There's no way she could bully me."
Michael's fingers gently rubbed my forehead. "Nancy, I really, really want to marry you."
I rested my head on his chest. "Then marry me."
Because of Michael's injury, our wedding had been postponed. But now, with both of us pushing for it, the wedding date was set again.
Besides being busy at the company every day, I was also preparing for the wedding. The days passed one by one.
This morning, Michael was waiting for me downstairs early. When he saw me come down, he smiled and took my hand. "Nancy, you have the day off today. Let's go try on wedding dresses."
Since Michael had already arranged everything, there was naturally no problem with company matters. As I walked into the bridal shop holding Michael's hand, I felt like I was finally starting a new life.
I tried on wedding dresses one by one, each one making me look like a fairy. Michael sat on the sofa watching me in every dress, but he seemed somewhat unsatisfied with all of them.
Until the last one.
The bridal shop staff nearby was stunned. "Ms. Smith, this dress seems like it was made for you. It's absolutely beautiful!"
I lifted the dress and slowly walked out of the fitting room. Michael was leaning on the sofa, looking up at me, but at that moment, he suddenly stood up from the sofa. When he walked to my side, his dazed eyes fell on me.
"Nancy, how can you be so beautiful?" he said to me unconsciously.
I smiled. "Michael, am I really that beautiful?"
Michael nodded without hesitation. "You're the most beautiful person in the world!"
I threw myself into Michael's arms and rested my head on his chest. "Then you'd better treasure me, or someone else might steal me away."
Michael pouted. "I'll definitely treasure you. If you got stolen away, I'd be so sad."
After the wedding dress was decided, I didn't expect that when Michael and I returned home, we'd find that Amelia had come back. But sitting on the sofa now, she didn't look too good.
"Mrs. Johnson, what's wrong?" I sat beside Amelia and asked curiously.
At the same time, the first-floor bathroom door suddenly opened, and Jane walked out. When she saw me, she wasn't surprised. Instead, she sat down next to Amelia.
"Mrs. Johnson, don't worry too much. Those fortune tellers may be highly respected, but who knows if they actually have any real ability? Maybe it's all made up. Look, Mr. Johnson and Ms. Smith get along so well. How could there be any conflict?"
I frowned.
I knew Jane was up to no good, but what was this about?
Not just me—when Michael heard this, his face already showed displeasure.
"Mom, what's going on?" Michael looked at Amelia unhappily.
Amelia sighed. "I just thought I'd get a fortune reading for you two before the wedding. Jane happened to know a fortune teller, so she introduced me. Who knew that person would say you two aren't compatible..."
Before I could react, Michael was already laughing coldly.
"Mrs. Johnson, Mr. Johnson, this is all my fault. I already said what that person said might not be right."
What the fortune teller said might not be right, but if anything happened between Michael and me in the future, this would be like planting a bomb in Amelia's heart.
There was no way Jane's actions weren't aimed at me.
"Shut up!" Michael suddenly shouted, scaring Jane into taking two steps back. She looked at Michael with trembling lips.
"Mr. Johnson, I didn't mean to. I was just trying to help."
"Enough!"
Seeing Michael's mood getting worse and Jane looking all wronged, Amelia finally spoke up to stop them.
But now her face showed fatigue and conflict, even covered with a shadow.
I knew Amelia was worried and starting to fear for Michael.
But between her son and Jane, Amelia would naturally choose her son.
After scolding them both, Amelia said to Jane, "Jane, this has nothing to do with you. You should go home for now."
Jane was anxious. "Mrs. Johnson, this kind of thing needs to be resolved quickly. Otherwise, if something happens later and it affects Mr. Johnson, what will we do?"
"Are you saying this in front of us to make Nancy and me cancel our engagement?" Michael asked directly. Jane naturally couldn't accept that accusation.
"Of course that's not what I mean. It's just that the fortune teller said that if you two are together, it might affect the Johnson family's descendants. The Johnson family only has you as the heir, so later..."
Jane didn't need to say the rest—everyone understood.
And I clearly saw that when Amelia heard this, the shadow on her face deepened. She was clearly affected.
If not completely convinced, she believed it halfway.
"Get out of here right now!" Michael was protective of me. What Jane said was nonsense to him, trying to damage our relationship. He waved his hand and pointed at the door.
Jane looked hurt, as if she were the wronged one.
"Mrs. Johnson." She still wanted Amelia's response, but Amelia shook her head somewhat helplessly. "You should go. This is the Johnson family's business."
Jane left reluctantly.
After she left, Michael and I sat across from Amelia.
"Was that fortune teller introduced to you by Jane?" I asked carefully.
Amelia nodded, then seemed to realize her earlier attitude might make me overthink. She held my hand and said, "He was just talking nonsense. Nancy, don't take it seriously. I don't believe in those things."
Really didn't believe?
I didn't believe that.
"How about this—I'd like to meet that fortune teller and ask more specifically about what exactly is going on."