Chapter 388
And now there was a baby on the way. That meant my plans had to change. One percent of the money I had was way more than what Jonathan made in a year, but t’had no interest in showing off to any of them. What good would it do? I did not care about pleasing them.
Vivian began to cry.
Not real tears. Real tears require real feeling, and Vivian had never wasted either on me. But she cried beautifully, delicately, the way she did everything, her shoulders shaking, her voice breaking as she held up the necklace for the whole room to see.
“I cannot believe this.” She sobbed. “My own sister. On my birthday. She gives me this.”
Jonathan rose at once and wrapped his arms around her, his face twisted with righteous fury. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. When we get home, I’m going to give you’much more expensive gifts. You deserve the best, and I’m going to give you tire best.”
Vivian smiled through her tears and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You’re the best husband in the world, Jonathan.”
I sat down on my stool, ignoring the drama, and pulled out my phone.
But they were not done with me.
“Patricia, dear.” My aunt leaned forward, her voice dripping with false concern. “You work so hard. All those hours in that lab. What do you have to show for it?”
“I have my work.” I did not look up from my phone.
“Work, work, work.” My mother clicked her tongue. “At your age, a woman should be thinking about settling down. But all you do is bury yourself in that run-down lab with your test tubes.”
“It’s not run-down, Mom. It’s a research facility.”


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