Chapter 103 Hate Her to Death
Aimée was an exception. The Rolland family had done a huge favor for her mom, so Jack cut her some slack. As they pulled up to the campsite, they spotted Aidan's flashy rose-red Volvo from a distance. Jack instinctively glanced at Alison in the passenger seat. She was quietly staring out the window, oblivious to his gaze. But her profile caught Jack's attention for a moment because she looked so much like someone he once knew.
Aimée noticed Jack's look and felt a surge of hatred, her nails digging into her palms without her realizing it. She despised Alison because she reminded her of the woman Jack could never forget.
This place was a primitive forest Jack visited every summer, over 250 miles from the city. This was only the second time he had brought someone else along; the first time was with that woman—Emily. This time, besides Aimée, Aidan and Alison were also here. Coincidentally, Alison looked exactly like Emily.
Alison and Emily, two women with different names but similar appearances, made Jack feel there was some connection between them. But he couldn't figure it out because their personalities were completely different. Emily would never be as diligent and hardworking as Alison. In Jack's memory, Emily had suddenly learned to cook in the last three months, but that was a long time ago.
"Jack, what are you thinking about?" Aimée asked, suspecting he was still thinking about Alison. Five years ago, she lost to Emily, and she didn't want to lose to this Alison who looked just like Emily.
"Nothing," Jack replied nonchalantly. He didn't like being controlled by women. Initially, he found Aimée's clinginess tolerable, but she had become increasingly annoying.
The car had been on the highway for over seven hours before turning onto a newly paved road.
Aidan's car stopped. "Jack, you lead the way. You know the road from here."
"Sure." Jack stepped on the gas, overtaking Aidan and leading everyone into the lush, green wilderness.
The place was beautiful, especially with the serene mountains, far from the city's hustle and bustle, offering a peaceful retreat that made people reluctant to leave.
As dusk fell, they reached a small creek where the car couldn't go any further. They unloaded their gear and began setting up the campfire and tents.
"Jack, where's your tent?"
"It got damaged by bugs. Aimée decided to come last minute, so I didn't bring it."
"I only brought two," Aidan regretted letting Alison call Jack. He had hoped Alison would be scared at night and come into his tent, but now she couldn't even if she wanted to. "We'll buy one tomorrow."
"No need."
Once up the mountain, no one wanted to go back down. The mountain was perfect for forgetting all worries. Of course, it would be even better without Aimée.
"I'll go get one for you tomorrow," Aidan insisted, not wanting his plan to fail.
"Second brother, do you think we're in your way?" Jack wasn't stupid; he saw through Aidan's intentions immediately.
Aidan laughed awkwardly. "At least you know."
Jack hammered a wooden stake into the ground and glanced at Alison, who was organizing things with Aimée, her hands covered in dirt. He patted Aidan's shoulder hard. "Second brother, don't miss out on such a good girl."
"Aimée is good too," Aidan said.
"Oh, that's my mom's idea, not mine," Jack clarified quickly.
Aidan was still a bit worried. "Jack, you're not still thinking about that woman, are you?"
"Not at all. Even if we met, there'd be nothing between us. All that's left is hate," Jack denied immediately.
"Good. Aimée's pregnant, you need to treat her well. The chairman was bragging the other day, saying he was going to have a great-grandchild. He was so proud," Aidan said, relieved.
"Maybe it'll be a granddaughter," Jack shrugged. He hadn't experienced being a father yet and was suddenly curious. "Alison, come here for a second."
Alison was busy preparing food. Hearing Jack call her, she paused. "What is it?"
Jack waved her over. Aimée also looked up. "Jack, what do you need us for?"
Even though he hadn't called her, Aimée eagerly stood up and walked over. "Jack, what do you need us for?"
"I wanted to ask Alison what it's like to be a mom," Jack explained, remembering that Alison was already a mother of two.
Mentioning Sophia and Ethan brought a smile to Alison's face. Before them, her life was filled with hatred. Now, with them, she understood the value of family.
"It's wonderful. They bring me so much joy," Alison said.
Aimée shot Jack a dissatisfied look for asking about someone else's kids. "Jack, if you like kids, our baby will be here soon."
Alison quickly advised Aimée, "Aimée, you should sit and rest. Don't move around too much. It's not good for pregnant women to sit in a car for long, but you insisted on coming."
"Yeah, Alison's right. Aimée, just rest," Aidan agreed.
Aimée forced a happy smile, but the child wasn't from the person she wanted it to be...
"You go ahead, but be careful," Aidan showed concern, while Jack didn't say a word of comfort.
He had been excitedly asking about kids just now, but now he ignored her. Aimée angrily threw down a pillow she had just taken out and followed Alison to the creek.
She decided to act early; she couldn't wait until night.
Biting her lip, she followed Alison, even Alison's back making her feel irritated.
This annoying Alison had made her lose the chance to have Jack's child.
By the creek, the clear water flowed like it was singing a happy song.
Alison happily washed the vegetables and fish for dinner. Camping and cooking outdoors felt completely different from being at home.
The return to nature was wonderful.
Aimée sat on a large rock next to Alison, moss growing between the stones. Looking at the moss, Aimée had an idea.
"Alison, give me the vegetables. I'll help you wash them," Aimée offered.
"No need, I can do it myself. You just sit and wait for dinner," Alison said, quickly washing the ingredients and putting them in baskets. But what could be carried in bags now couldn't be carried back in one trip. "Aimée, help me carry these vegetables. I'll come back for the rest."
"That's too much, four baskets. You can't carry them all. Let's call Aidan to help," Aimée suggested.
"No, he's busy."
"Don't worry, I'll call him." Aimée shouted, "Aidan, we're done washing. Come help us carry these back!"
Aidan had finished setting up the stove and was waiting for the ingredients to cook. He had eaten gourmet food, but now, hungry, he couldn't wait to smell the food.
"Coming!" Aidan turned and joked with Jack, "Jack, you'll have to sleep at the foot of the mountain tonight, haha, in the car."
"I'll sleep on the grass and count stars," Jack replied.
"I'll let the mosquitoes drink your blood," Aidan joked, walking towards the creek.
Seeing Aidan approach, Aimée and Alison stood up.
"Alison, give me that basket of vegetables. I'll carry it," Aimée said, waiting with a determined look in her eyes, glancing at the unsuspecting Alison.
Today, at this moment, she was going to make sure the baby was gone.