Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 348

Effie swung the door shut behind her, folding her arms across her chest as she leaned casually against the conference table. From her elevated perch, she looked down at Suzan, her gaze sharp as a knife, radiating a cold intensity.

Suzan met Effie's eyes and said, "About last night...I really owe you. You're the one who snapped Mitchell out of it. He came home and just broke down. I spent the whole night comforting him, but finally he saw things clearly."

She paused, then added meaningfully, "He said he finally knows who really matters to him."

Effie arched an eyebrow, her voice icy. "Are you done? If you're just here to gloat, I'm sorry to disappoint you-I don't feel a thing."

"No, that's not why I'm here." Suzan couldn't stop herself from glancing down and gesturing at her belly, which was already showing—she hardly needed to say it. She was pregnant, and anyone could tell.

"Actually, the reason I came today is because the baby's father and grandmother want to give a gift when the baby's born. I want it to be something special, meaningful-so I'm looking for the best designer."

She paused, her lips curving into a mocking smile. "You used to be a designer yourself, but it's a shame you're blacklisted."

Suzan's face darkened in an instant. Leave it to Effie to cut right to her sore spot.

up!" Suzan snapped, her

this-carrying their child, doing all the hard work. Even if you don't get credit, you should

sharp as glass. "So if money's no object, why

like a flurry of knives, each one hitting Suzan

thought had crossed Suzan's mind before,

when she dwelled on it, it was obvious-Mitchell and his family only cared about

it stung, she refused to let Effie see her

brittle. "Why do you care so much? The baby is mine, not

her voice taunting. "No, no-the baby

paused, a spark of amusement in her eyes. "Huh, didn't expect

"Shut up!"

your life in peace, but instead you come here

Suzan wasn't here just to be

pretty harsh things, and yet Suzan still hadn't

right, out with it. What do you really