Seeing this, Faye curled deeper in his arms, then suddenly shrieked wildly, "Brother Luther! I am already carrying your baby!"
"You cannot let her treat me like this! Take me away! Please take me away!!"
I froze like being hit by thunder, staring as happiness clearly lit up in Luther’s eyes.
He gently lifted Faye into his arms sideways, moving softly like holding something precious.
His brows and eyes were bright with open joy. "Don’t fear, we will go to the hospital right now."
He rushed past me without even slowing, only throwing back one line. "Vera, you should cool down and learn how to act as Mrs. Campbell properly."
From that second on, Luther didn’t step home for three full months.
He brought Faye to Switzerland to watch the snow.
She casually said she liked the Alps, and he soon bought a mountain house, ownership written only under her name.
Then they headed to Venice.
Faye shared pictures online, wearing the vintage jewelry set Luther ordered for her, an eighteenth-century sapphire necklace shining bright on her neck.
[There is always someone quietly making every wish happen. So this must be how it feels to be valued.]
Luther’s preference had always been open, just like when he chased me before, never knowing how to hide it.
I stared at that photo for a long while, until my eyes stung and went blurry.
Head bent down, I turned the ring on my ring finger, the tiny diamond ring he paid for with his first month's intern pay.
"Uncle Jovan."
The butler walked over holding tea.
I quietly asked, "Isn’t the trust fund that keeps putting money into Campbell Company still leaning on Grandfather’s backing?"
The butler right away pulled open the safe and took out the papers.
"Young Miss, your grandpa set everything for you before he left this world."
Reading the terms, I thought about the Alps' snow edge and the Venice water shine, and that antique jewelry piece, then I dialed Luther’s contact number.
After three back-to-back busy beeps, I changed to a video call.
At last, Faye’s face came up on screen.
"Older sister Vera?"
"Brother Luther is showering."
The kiss spots along her collarbone showed faintly, her skin soft and bright from being spoiled, nothing like that shy countryside girl before.
"There’s something I’m unsure if I should speak, but you’ll find out soon anyway."
"Do you know?"
"Luther said he dislikes your always calm, slow style most."