Maybe knowing that Erica minded what happened before, Kaitlyn continued, "I'm sorry for what I did to you, but Matthew already punished us. We haven't been in school since then. Erica, they want to whore me out. Come on—ah!"

The men behind all rushed over, and two of them grabbed Kaitlyn in front of the car and glared at Erica.

"Stay out of this. It's not your business. Hurry up and leave!"

Hyatt whispered, “Erica, isn't that Kaitlyn?"

"Yeah." That was definitely her, as Erica had already surmised.

Kaitlyn shouted hysterically, and finally, Erica's heart softened. She ordered the bodyguard in the front seat, “Help her! Nothing too fancy, just run those guys off!"

"Yes, Erica!"

After getting Erica's orders, the bodyguard left the car and pulled out a nightstick. He only had to whip it around a few times before the group dispersed. They left Kaitlyn there, alone

Kaitlyn ran back to the car and thanked Erica with a smile, over and over.

"Thank you, Erica! Thank you so much! I'll never forget what you did today!"

When the bodyguard returned to the car, Erica pressed the automatic window with an expressionless face. As it closed, she ordered the driver, "Let's go. We'll drop Hyatt off at school, and head home."

“Yes, Erica."

After the Luxury car rolled away, Kaitlyn took some deep breaths to center herself, and took a last look at the empty alley. She hailed a taxi, and left.

To Erica's surprise, when she returned to the villa, Matthew was already home.

He was talking on the phone in the bedroom. When he saw her come in, he just glanced at her and continued to talk about work with the person on the other end.

Erica didn't feel like talking to him, so she went straight to the closet, grabbed her pajamas and went to the bathroom.

When she came out, Matthew was still in the bedroom. But he wasn't on the phone now. Instead, he sat on the sofa, waiting for her.

Matthew wanted to dry her hair, but she turned him down. She took the hair dryer from him and sat in front of the dresser to dry her hair by herself.

Matthew didn't press the issue. He sat on the edge of the bed and simply said, “I'LL go with you to your prenatal checkup tomorrow."

“No, thanks. There's no need for that," Erica refused unhesitatingly.

Matthew stood up and walked up to her. He looked into her eyes through the mirror and said, “Don't be so stubborn."

She stopped drying her hair and explained patiently, “A pregnant woman is only required to have a checkup once a month. Besides, I'm just doing fine. I don't need to go to the hospital every half a month.”

It was only two weeks ago when she had her last checkup. That was the time when they found out that she was pregnant with twins.

“But I'm worried," he insisted.

This time, she turned off the hairdryer, put it on the table, and turned to him before she asked, “Why are you worried now? You didn't even worry that night when you did something to me."