My lips curled up in an icy smile—Dylan would be welcoming a few brothers soon, it seemed.
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Meanwhile, John headed abroad on a business trip soon after he woke up, only sending me a text before he left: [Wait for my return. Don’t worry—I will take responsibility.]
I didn’t put much thought into it—even if taking responsibility meant giving me money, he would definitely marry me once my pregnancy test came back.
However, I just didn’t expect the wait would be such torture.
Every servant seemed to have seen the moment I left John’s study with my clothes unkempt.
They all presumed I would get together with Dylan, only for him to announce Lily as his fiancee the next day, even telling the servants to give her special treatment.
As such, they were left gossiping among each other.
“Then who did Dr. Jones hook up with?”
“Who else could it be? Must be some man she just met. She really messed up big time now, since the family forbids the servants hooking up without approval.”
“You think? She always looked so prim and proper, but turns out to be so thirsty.”
Levi had seen me enter the study, but kept quiet without John’s instructions.
And as the gossip spread, Dylan was visibly in a bad mood.
Still, the servants were keen to get on Lily’s good graces by harassing me endlessly.
My laundry would end up in the dirt for no reason, caked with muddy footprints.
Even my usual drinks were filled with filth that would leave anyone retching.
“Oh, Dr. Jones. Your laundry was dropped again,” Lily said with feigned sympathy, twirling her thermos cup. “Those servants are really unruly.”
I glared coolly as she smiled smugly at me, picking up my laundry and left silent.
Meanwhile, the rumors continued to spread, with people now claiming that I had been unruly since I was first brought into the Sullivan household.
There were also those who called me a maneater, even spicing up the color of my underwear that I put on at work with vivid details.
“I heard Dr. Jones was having a tryst with the gardener yesterday…”
