Leaving While Pregnant：He Goes Crazy！

Eva found these words amusing, "You're constantly meddling in my affairs. Why don't you focus on yourself, Emily? It's been so many years, and you still haven't had a boyfriend." "Don't change the topic, I'm talking to you seriously." Emily huffed.

Eva listened quietly, then sighed softly, "Instead of worrying about me, you should look after yourself, Emily."

"This person could bring you future happiness. I should be the one looking out for you." Emily said assertively.

Eva wanted to say something to her, but NightA sent her another message, so she briefly informed Emily.

Emily, though not directly involved, became excited, "Just accept it! Follow my advice. Hurry up, Eva. It's such a good opportunity, what is there to think about? NightA is wealthy and successful."

"I have plans with Michael this afternoon," Eva reminded her.

Emily immediately intervened, "Cancel them."

"But..." Eva hesitated.

"No 'but.' You don't even like him. Even if you disappoint him, there's nothing you can do about it. You can't have it all. Yes, he has been good to you, and you have known each other for a long time, but you can't force feelings. Let him be disappointed, disappoint him a few more times, and he will probably give up." Emily persisted.

Eva didn't say anything, but she considered everything Emily had said.

Will he give up after being disappointed a few more times?

"Michael might have been disappointed many times in the past. After all, he would have been disappointed a lot in these last five years. Yet, he still hasn't given up. Be a little heartless. If it really doesn't work, just cut ties with him and don't waste his time." Emily continued.

"Okay, I understand." Eva nodded.

After hanging up the phone, Eva looked at her phone in silence.

Cut ties with Michael?

Honestly, she wasn't reluctant to do so. It's just that he hasn't done anything wrong, yet she has to cut ties with him.

Cut off the relationship.

Well... just like Emily said, over the past five years, he has been disappointed in their situation many times, but he has never given up.

Such true emotions.

If she doesn't become a bit heartless soon, she might really delay things.

With this in mind, Eva closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she replied to NightA's message.

"How much cash do you need?"

Adrian saw this massage, and put away his phone, he said to Jacob beside him, "Think of a way."

Jacob immediately asked, "What way?"

"Get a familiar kid to transfer schools." Adrian said.

Where could Jacob find a familiar kid to transfer schools?

"Check my distant relatives." Adrian suggested.

Hearing this, Jacob instantly understood, "Alright, but your distant relatives are quite remote."

"It doesn't matter, as long as there's some kinship." Adrian didn't mind.

Jacob actually understood what he wanted to do. If he invited two kids, it wouldn't seem abrupt.

He immediately had someone check through the family tree, and in the end, they found a five-year-old child in a household that was almost unrelated to Adrian.

"Mr. Blackwood, we've found a household that has a slight connection to your ancestors, although the relationship is really distant. I can't explain it clearly. They currently live in Chicago, the couple works at an ordinary company, and the child goes to an ordinary nearby preschool." Jacob briefed Adrian while presenting the plan. "I'll contact them later to see if they're willing to bring the child over to study here, but the school here might be quite far from where they live, so they may not agree."

Just as he finished speaking, Adrian looked at him and said firmly, "Do everything you can."

"Understood." Jacob nodded.

After George and his wife Mary finished work, they prepared to go home.

The couple worked at the same company, so they could travel home together after work. They had a two-hour break at noon, and since their home was close to the company, they only needed to walk back. After cooking and eating, they still had about half an hour to relax before going back to work.

With no surprises, this was their daily routine, and life was quite peaceful.

George was quite satisfied with such days. He didn't mind living an ordinary life until his death, of course, as long as his wife didn't complain.

Unfortunately, his wife sometimes did complain that he was useless, that other men were so wealthy and had opportunities for promotion, while he had been stuck in the same position for many years.

As the number of complaints increased, George always remembered them, and over time, they became a small bump in his heart.

However, this small bump didn't affect their marriage at the moment. He just kept it hidden in his heart. Recently, he had been thinking about finding a promotion opportunity and had looked at changing jobs, but he hadn't found a suitable company or position yet.

"George, let's have chicken breast salad for lunch. I'm a bit tired today, and I don't want to cook." Mary suggested.

Hearing this, George frowned, "Didn't we just eat that yesterday? Are we going to eat that again today?"

"What's wrong with eating it again today? Chicken breast salad is simple, if you don't want to eat it, then you can cook for yourself." Mary said emotionlessly.

"I work so hard, how can I be expected to still stand and cook?" George rebutted.

"Just because you work, does that mean I'm not working and earning money? I cook every day, if you don't want to eat what I make, order takeout for yourself or hire a maid to cook for you." Mary grew angrier as she spoke.

"Takeout? Hiring a maid is free? We'll end up in debt if we spend all the money, how will we pay for everything?" George reflexively objected.

"I know we have debts to pay, so don't complain. I'll cook whatever I want and you eat it, if you're not satisfied, cook for yourself. I promise I won't complain about whatever you make." Mary snorted.

George was quickly silenced by Mary's retorts and planned to keep quiet, but to his surprise, Mary spoke again the next second, "Or, if you're capable like other men and give me a monthly allowance or salary, I can cook you a feast. But if you can't do that, then shut your mouth."

"Alright, can you stop already? What did I say just now? I just said I didn't want to eat chicken breast salad again, is that a good reason to keep on berating me?" George's anger surged.

"What's wrong with that? So, I can't say anything even if you're so useless? Our child is already five years old and can't even go to a decent school. Do you deserve to be someone's father or husband?" Mary didn't back down and retorted. The two continued arguing as they continued walking and soon arrived at their home. However, their quarrel was not over yet. They continued nitpicking each other's flaws, resembling enemies instead of a couple. They argued until someone carrying a briefcase approached and their bickering stopped.

"Hello there."

George and Mary immediately halted their steps and looked at the person in front of them. Dressed in a suit, exuding an extraordinary temperament, he clearly wasn't an ordinary person.

"Who are you?" George hesitated a bit.

Jacob extended his business card with a faint smile and said, "Hello, I am Jacob, Adrian's assistant and secretary at the Blackwood Group."