From a corner, a child’s soft voice broke the noise, “Mommy, Auntie and Uncle look perfect together! Their baby must be really pretty.”
The hall went silent in an instant, everyone exchanging uneasy looks.
Raline’s cheeks reddened and she hesitated before walking over to take my arm.
With disgust, she whispered, “Can’t you stand beside me properly? Do you have to embarrass me in front of everyone?”
I gave a faint smile. “I was just wondering, are you worried Hudson might get jealous and think I still care about you?”
Hearing that, Raline’s lips curved into a pleased smile. “At least you know how to behave and keep a proper distance.”
“Hudson cares about pure feelings. From now on, watch how you act when you see me. I won’t be your wife for the next three years. Keep your distance and don’t upset Hudson.”
I let out a small laugh, said nothing and went on to greet the guests warmly.
When everyone was done enjoying themselves, Raline released her hand and lightly brushed her dress.
“Hudson and I are leaving. The housekeeper made soup for my pregnancy. You can go back on your own.”
“I’ll be staying with Hudson to take care of the pregnancy. The company is in your hands. Be careful and don’t make trouble.”
Then she held onto Hudson’s arm and walked out. It was clear now, in her heart, Hudson was already her husband and the Pellegrini Family was her real home.
I walked into the night with a faint smile. “Detective Landers, one million to handle something for me, extra costs not included.”
I wondered if she could still go back home once her older sister returned. Just as she said, Raline stayed with Hudson for several days and never came back.
The private investigator sent me the photos right on time. Maybe because I stayed silent, Raline and Hannah simply moved into the Pellegrini house.
Raline even started openly calling Hudson the baby’s godfather. Everyone in Nashville’s high society was smart; they smiled knowingly and glanced at me with sympathy.
When Hannah’s birthday came, I glanced at Detective Landers’s message and sent him another five hundred thousand dollars.
At the birthday party, I invited all the top reporters in Nashville and every well-known anchor was there. There were many cameras set up around to make the place look like a film set.
Wearing a red dress, my mother-in-law looked at the cameras aimed at her and, for once, gave me a kind look.