After a pause, Watkins said, “I'm partly responsible for Phoebe's miscarriage. I want to pay her a visit. Do you want to come with me?"

Erica didn't answer. Instead, she asked him, "Do you also think that I pushed her?"

“No, of course not. Although I didn't see anything, I know that you couldn't have done such a vicious thing. I'm sure it is a misunderstanding.”

The trust from her friend was refreshing.

"Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome, Erica. So? Are you coming?"

“No. I already visited her this afternoon. You should go and see her."

She didn't want to see Phoebe again.

“Okay, I'll call you after I meet her," Watkins said.

"Call me? Why?' Erica thought. But she didn't dwell on it.

“Okay.”

After hanging up the phone, Erica stretched on her bed. It was half past five. She was hungry again.

Moments before Matthew came back, Erica had just finished her dinner and was drowsily watching a horror movie sitting on the living room sofa.

Matthew threw his briefcase aside and loosened his tie. He watched the woman as she stared at the TV motionlessly; he tried not to Laugh. 'She is so carefree. The Campbell family is about to sue her, and yet, she is sitting here as if nothing is going on.

She must really have a clear conscience to be so calm, ' he thought.

When he walked over to her, he saw that she had fallen asleep. Her Long black hair was randomly scattered on both sides of her shoulder, and she was only wearing her usual thin cartoon pajamas.

She looked charming as she slept peacefully, unlike the troublemaker she was while awake.

Her pretty face was round and fair. Her skin had a light glow. Such good skin needed to be well-preserved.

Matthew took out his phone and sent a message to Paige.

“Make a private series of skin-care products for my wife." He added some dos and don'ts.

“She is preparing for pregnancy. Pay attention to the ingredients in the products. Make sure that she can use them even after she gets pregnant."

“Yes, Matthew."

Matthew put away his phone and held Erica's hand. She was a little cold.

“The heating needs to be turned on at night, * he decided.

It was only Late autumn, but he didn't want her to catch a cold. After all, his muddleheaded wife couldn't take care of herself.