Goodbye, Ex-husband! I’m Pregnant with Your Uncle’s Child!
Chapter 113: The Abandoned Wife of a Wealthy Family

Chapter 113: Chapter 113: The Abandoned Wife of a Wealthy Family

"Arabella, you asked about Julia Land before, and she’s back in the police station. This time she’s suspected of murdering a woman named Stella Langston."

Arabella Shaw saw the message, her red lips parting slightly in surprise as she shook with laughter.

Suddenly hearing Arabella’s laughter, Sister Wilson was taken aback and asked, "What are you suddenly laughing at?"

Arabella instantly suppressed her laughter, wiped away the tears that had spilled with her fingertips, and said coldly, "I laugh because some people’s lives are just cheap."

She spoke again, her voice very light, "Sister Wilson, do you think netizens like to follow the gossip about divorced women from wealthy families?"

"They probably do, I know I enjoy it."

Arabella nodded, "Let’s provide the gossip about the divorced women from wealthy families to the media for free."

Sister Wilson frowned, "Who?"

"Julia Land."

"She has someone backing her, why do you still want to fight with her? You’re Mrs. Quarter now."

Sister Wilson’s advice was sensible, and she really didn’t understand why Arabella kept after Julia Land relentlessly.

Arabella suppressed her anger, "You don’t understand, I want to make Julia Land forever despise Noah Quarter, I want to make sure he never gets her."

What she couldn’t have, no one else should have.

"You’re really..." Sister Wilson didn’t know what to say at the moment, but one thing was certain, something was wrong between Arabella and Noah Quarter.

She had been on Arabella’s side for a long time, jumping ship wasn’t possible.

Sister Wilson could only hope that the people behind Julia Land hadn’t traced them.

She asked helplessly, "So, what do you want to do?"

Arabella’s voice had laughter in it, "Sister Wilson, thank you, don’t worry, we’ll be careful not to get caught."

"A headline about a divorced woman from a wealthy family being taken away twice on suspicion of murder, how captivating."

Just give the media some information, and they will do the rest.

Sister Wilson reminded, "Have you forgotten the last time the news about Julia Land being toyed with by a pervert when she was young got pulled down?"

"I don’t even know if the media dare report on Julia Land’s case."

"Find those smaller outlets, without naming names directly."

Arabella tugged at the corner of her mouth, netizens love playing detective, they would guess it themselves.

*

A car sped to the police station.

It stopped.

The man opened the door, his deep gaze fixed on the entrance of the police station.

Julia Land walked out of the police station and immediately saw James Thompson standing by the car door.

He seemed to always be waiting for her.

Julia rubbed her face, trying to look a bit better, and thanked the lawyer again before quickly walking towards Thompson.

She stood in front of him, looking up, "Mr. Thompson, thank you."

Each day her affection for Mr. Thompson grew a little more.

Thompson placed his hand on Julia’s head, his lips curved in a smile.

"Let’s get something to eat, and then go home."

Julia’s recent arrest happened because Grace Land had the lawyer press charges against her.

Grace believed that Stella Langston had been murdered by Julia’s design.

The evidence this time was insufficient.

Julia was only taken for questioning until the lawyer arrived and she could be released.

However, the suspicion against her was not cleared.

She had to stay focused while recording her statement.

Once inside the car, Julia lay sideways on Thompson’s thigh.

She wrapped her arm around the man’s waist and nestled in to rest.

"Are you going to see Grace Land?"

Thompson’s fingers threaded through Julia’s hair, smoothing it.

After a silence, Julia muttered, "No need to go, it would just be listening to scolding. Even if I tell her I didn’t kill Stella Langston, she probably won’t believe me."

There was also another matter about her origins.

Grace would certainly not tell the truth.

"What do you feel like eating?"

"Spicy hotpot."

Her response was quick.

Thompson looked down at the woman nestled in his abdomen, and with a half-smile, said, "No, the doctor said you’re taking herbal medicine to recuperate, and you can’t eat anything too spicy."

Julia usually liked it very spicy.

"...," Julia pouted, then why ask her what she wanted to eat, "Then I’ll have sour and spicy glass noodles, with less spice."

"No spice is fine."

"..."

It was just food, yet this man still wanted to control that.

Thompson instructed Jasper Winters to drive to the shopping center.

The food court was on the B1 floor, with affordable and tasty food.

He knew Julia liked these.

The car entered the parking garage.

The food court was just on B1.

After Julia finished a bowl of non-spicy sour and spicy glass noodles, Thompson took her back home.

It wasn’t the Noble Grid Hotel or the Sincere Heart Community, but a Chinese-style villa that they called home.

Julia Land got out of the car and looking at the grand entrance before her, she realized where James Thompson meant when he said ’going home.’

The Chinese-style villa—their home.

They had already made a list of furniture to buy last time but had been unable to do so due to other commitments.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Thompson managed to surprise her in secret.

James Thompson held Julia Land’s hand as they entered, "I bought everything as you mentioned, but there’s still one thing we haven’t gotten."

Julia Land, "What haven’t we bought yet?"

James Thompson was earnest as he lowered his gaze to her, saying, "A crib for a future baby."

"..."

Julia’s face instantly turned red.

He wanted to have a child with her.

*

News broke early in the morning about a high-society divorcee suspected of two murder cases.

Everyone was curious about which brutal high-society divorcee it could be.

An informed netizen commented, "I know who it is, Julia something."

"How terrifying, no wonder she was abandoned."

"Julia something, I remember her from the news last time, isn’t she the one who fiercely confronted her ex-husband calling him ’chopstick trash’?"

"Ah, it’s her, I thought she was quite impressive back then."

The Julia Land suspected in two murder cases seemed terrifying.

Her photo had somehow been dug up and posted online.

*

Julia Land woke up early, and James Thompson was already not in bed, she thought he had gone to work.

But when she walked out of the bedroom, she saw James Thompson in a video conference.

She typed a message on her phone for him to see.

[I’m going to the nearby supermarket to buy some things, will be back soon.]

She didn’t tell James she was buying a lot, assuming she could carry it all.

Seeing her spirited, James nodded.

The supermarket was very close to their home.

But Julia chose to drive there.

Because she planned to cook a full table of dishes and invite Sophia Hart and Thomas Sullivan for a housewarming feast, she needed to buy quite a lot.

In the supermarket.

While on the phone with Sophia Hart, she pushed the cart, occasionally stopping to pick vegetables.

A small child accidentally bumped into her shin.

Julia just finished the call and looked down at the child.

About five or six years old, at the age where kids are naturally mischievous, his mother came over, pulling the child to apologize to Julia.

"Miss, I’m so sorry."

After his mother apologized and saw Julia’s face, her expression stiffened a bit, she hurriedly smiled, bent down to pick up her child, and hurried away.

As if Julia was some fearsome creature.

Julia blinked, was she that scary?

Nearby, two girls whispered to each other.

"Let’s leave, let’s go buy stuff somewhere else."

"But I haven’t bought this yet!"

"Let’s go buy other things first."

One girl hurriedly pulled the other away.

Julia didn’t pay much attention to this as she finished checking out and carried two bags of groceries out of the supermarket.

Coming towards her were reporters.

"Miss Land, the news online about a high-society divorcee suspected of two murder cases, are they talking about you?"

The reporters seemed excited as if ready to uncover some explosive news.

Julia, puzzled, "What news? Sorry, please excuse me."

Driving by, Trevor Sullivan saw a familiar figure, "Julia Land seems to be in trouble."

He stopped his car.

Chloe Sullivan, sitting in the passenger seat and browsing her phone, looked towards Julia surrounded by reporters.

Worried, she said, "I just saw the gossip news, Julia Land is suspected in two murder cases, with reporters surrounding her, probably because of that."

Seeing Julia unable to escape the reporters, Chloe urged, "Brother, you should help her."

Trevor Sullivan unbuckled his seat belt and was about to get out when he suddenly stopped.

He closed the car door, looking at Chloe’s belly, "No, if I bring her into the car and she sees you are pregnant, what then?"

"But..." Chloe was cut off before finishing by Trevor.

"No buts, it’s just reporters surrounding her, they won’t attack her, let’s pretend we don’t see it."

Trevor restarted the car and drove away.

Chloe turned her head looking out the window, her eyes uneasy, "Brother, that might not be very nice."

"It’s fine, what’s most important is you now, Mr. James Thompson has already contacted me."

In Trevor’s heart, his cousin was naturally more important than an outsider like Julia Land.

Distracted by a new topic, Chloe touched her belly and asked with curiosity, "What did Mr. Thompson say?"