“Are you really pregnant?” She directed her sharp gaze at me, and I nodded calmly. Although Adrien’s mother looked and talked like a soft persimmon, I could see the calculations in her eyes; she was not so simple. The only time she did not look calculating was when she looked at Adrien, of course, because Adrien was her son.
"Yes, Madam, I said calmly.
“Come here,” she said, finally letting go of her calculating look and breaking into a smile as if she did not notice the ruckus going on around her.
The Feinley family, Mr. and Mrs. Feinley, looked beyond offended while their daughter, who had been sending me death daggers with her eyes, had broken down into tears, and Adrien’s uncles and aunties looked very excited to reprimand Adrien.
I stood up and walked towards her, and she held my
