Chapter 182

"They're just two nobodies. Not worth getting upset over."

Sophia Laurent arched an eyebrow. "True! But if there's a next time, they'll taste my fists."

Since Evelyn was too soft-hearted, she'd gladly play the villain.

"Alright, alright—" Evelyn linked arms with her. "You had a scare today. My treat—what do you want to eat?"

Sophia slung an arm around her neck. "Been waiting for you to say that! Let's go, I'm treating you to something good."

"Wait—shouldn't that be my line?"

"Same difference. You're paying anyway."

......

In the backseat of the luxury sedan, Margaret Evans traced the ultrasound report, lips curving at the doctor's words: "The fetus is developing well."

Chloe Valentine stole a glance at her expression and exhaled silently.

This was her first meeting with Nathan's mother.

Throughout their relationship, Nathan never spoke of his family. She only knew he came from wealth and had a younger sister.

After being unilaterally dumped, Chloe exhausted every means to reach him—all messages vanished without a trace.

Desperate, she obtained Margaret's number through connections and directly announced her pregnancy.

So far, the future mother-in-law seemed... moderately pleased.

Chloe retrieved an exquisitely wrapped gift from her bag, offering a demure smile. "Auntie, a small token of my regard. I hope you like it."

Margaret mused that this girl had more tact than that Evelyn. "Did you pick it yourself? How thoughtful—"

Her words died as the box opened.

Nestled in blue velvet lay a clumsily hand-knitted scarf—uneven stitches, loose threads, frayed ends.

"You... made this yourself?"

Chloe nodded eagerly. "Two whole weeks of work! Do you like it?"

"......"

Margaret snapped the lid shut, barely masking her distaste.

An eyesore!

Even Evelyn's worst gift was a designer silk scarf. This looked like something salvaged from a thrift store.

She had access to Nathan's supplementary card, yet offered this shoddy scrap?

"Auntie... don't you like it?" Chloe's voice trembled. "I thought handmade gifts show sincerity."

She'd pulled all-nighters knitting it for this first meeting.

Margaret forced a smile, resting a hand on her still-flat stomach. "Of course. Handmade treasures are priceless."

Chloe beamed. "Then I'll make you one every year!"

Margaret: "......"

God forbid.