The crowd behind was getting more outrageous with their words, "Even though she's pregnant, her treatment didn't seem to improve. The Cedillo family didn't even hire a driver for her, she rides with Leo every day. I checked the dress she's wearing, and it's just over 200 bucks. Wasn't she flaunting last year about her million-dollar bracelet? Now she's wearing clothes that cost a few hundred dollars." "Yeah, even her bags have turned into canvas bags. It's just been half a year."

Leo was fuming. Were these people blind?

Mia was carrying the Cedillo family's child. If the Cedillo family didn't care for her, why would they let him drive her around all the time, in a humbling manner? Was his status even lower than a driver of the Cedillo family?

They were all satisfying their own delusions, boosting their own self-esteem by belittling Mia.

Just as he was about to stand up, Mia suddenly grabbed his hand, "Sit down, and don't move. Let me hear what else they can come up with."

Molly was gritting her teeth. Her arm was resting on the back of the chair, and she listen carefully to what else these people could say.

"Do you think if she gives birth to a daughter, the Cedillo family will kick her out?"

"Maybe, but after all, it's still a child. They shouldn't kick the child out."

"I think if her first child is a girl, she'll rush to have a second one, ha-ha. She's so anxious now, even taking senior year courses. Probably she is worried that if she gives birth to a girl, she'll have to prepare for pregnancy during her senior year."

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Whispers were rising and falling. After Mia got pregnant, her belly remained flat, and she wore thick clothes due to the cold weather, so it was hard to tell. As the weather got warmer, her belly grew larger. The whispers around her followed suit. She had thought about what her classmates would say when they found out she was pregnant. She had thought about receiving blessings and about people possibly avoiding her. But she never expected to be gossiped about behind her back and be spoken of so negatively.

They were jealous of her status. Since they couldn't get it, they began to feel jealous.

"People always think that what they can't get is not

rats can't stand it." Molly waved her hand, making a fanning

class, some students noticed that Mia was pregnant, but

Mia had morning sickness, everyone knew she was sensitive to smell. The students who usually

would avoid Mia. The students who liked to mess around after class would stop when they saw Mia. Everyone kept silent, but they were all quietly mindful of their own

that Molly realized how considerate her classmates

babbling about?" One

guys. You're narrow-minded yet clueless, claiming grapes are white when you haven't even seen one. Don't you feel embarrassed saying such

scolded by Molly tried to argue back, but they couldn't find the words to rebuttal. Molly's words were sharp and well-crafted.

brains. Remember to clean it out. Don't go around stinking up your friends." Molly said. The classroom went dead

she would pay out of her pocket to help her friend publish a book about how to chewing people out when she got

rumored that someone once pursued her, but because she didn't like him, he was driven to drop out. Rumors were

and dialed her husband's number in the quiet classroom. After one ring, Andre quickly picked up, "Hello, Mia,

and be with me? I'm afraid if you don't come, I'll be abandoned. The baby in my belly will be motherless!" Mia said. Because the classroom was

to Molly, "Sit next to Leo, and make room for your

changed seats. A space was left next to Mia for her soon-to-be-arriving husband,

Soon, class began.

classroom, satisfied with the calm atmosphere. He had no idea that a verbal war had just taken

to look at the door. Seeing her husband appear, Mia pouted, feeling wronged.

old professor asked, "Andre, what

the front row. He walked into the classroom, sat beside Mia, and then said to the professor, "You can continue with

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