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Anyway, we were on the verge of a divorce.

After dinner, Bryant joined Timothy in the backyard for a game of chess.

I was leisurely making tea on the side.

Bryant played chess with a cunning and ruthless strategy, capturing another piece, which made Timothy glare at him, "You think you're dealing with a stranger? Not leaving any room for your old grandpa?"

"Alright then." Bryant chuckled, and indeed started to go easy, which made Timothy quite happy. His laughter was hearty, and with a meaningful tone, he said, "Remember, br family and strangers are not the same."

I handed over a cup of tea, "Timothy, have some tea."

"Okay." Timothy responded, taking a sip and then contentedly said, "If you two could always be this harmonious, I'd be holding my great-grandchild in no time!"

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My heart stirred, and I instinctively placed my hand on my stomach.

Looking at Timothy's face, which was showing signs of age, I felt a pang of guilt.

If there weren't any rifts or issues between Bryant and me, I could have told Timothy right now that I was pregnant, and he would be able to hold his great-grandchild very soon.

But there were no ifs. And I could only let Timothy down.

Bryant gave me a profound look, then said, "Don't worry, I'll do my best."

"You better!" Grandpa patted his hand, "If it comes to it, let Emma whip up some of her special dishes to boost your strength."

"I'm strong enough as it is."

Perhaps due to the inherent competitive nature in men, Bryant immediately retorted.

I kept my silence.

Even though Bryant and I were on the verge of divorce, hearing this dialogue between them made my cheeks heat up instantly.

In this marriage, Bryant was quite insincere in many aspects.

But in bed, he was always genuine. If he were to "boost" his strength, I might not survive his vigor

"Then make it quick! I want to hold that baby soon!"

After issuing his command, Timothy slowly got up, "Alright, I won't take up more of your time, go with Jane to the cemetery to visit your in-laws."

With that, we headed to the front yard.

Seeing us, the family driver opened the car door for Timothy and, after bidding us goodbye, drove off.

"Let's go." Bryant walked to the Mercedes, tilted his chin up, signaling me to get in the car.

"You don't need to drop me off, I can take a cab.”

"Aren't we going to the cemetery?"

I looked at him in surprise, not expecting him to be serious about it, "You really want to go?"

"I said I'd go with you, and I will."

Bryant opened the passenger door forcefully, "Get in."

Okay."

I had no choice but to get in.

The cemetery was located in the suburbs. It should have been a smooth drive, but we got stuck in traffic due to an accident.

Just before getting out of the car, I received a call from Christine.

"Jane, I'm heading over to your place later!"

Hearing this, I replied excitedly. "I'm not home right now, later okay? But you c

ahead.

She hesitated for a moment, then said mysteriously, "Can I bring two friends alon know them too."

"Of course, you decide."

To me, Christine was more like a sister than a friend.

I could go to her place whenever I wanted, so I was never wary of her.

Christine seemed excited for a moment, then calmed down, "Okay, up now! Come back early I'll hang up tonight, and make sure you're hungry!"

I smiled helplessly, agreeing readily.

After hanging up, I caught Bryant's ambiguous gaze, "Whose call was that? How can he just go to your place? Does he have your security code?"

"Even I don't have it. He added that last bit as an afterthought.