She didn’t go in, pulling James Foster’s arm as they left.
Outside the hospital, James worriedly asked, "Lucy, are you okay?"
She smiled at him, "I’m fine, James. Don’t tell your mom that we came here today, and just pretend you don’t know about my mom either."
James nodded, "If you don’t want me to say, I won’t. Rest assured."
Back at the dormitory, Lucy Eaton sat blankly by the bed, her mind jumbled on the way back.
She had never thought, nor dared to think, that Autumn Fletcher could be her biological mother.
In her past life, she had met this affluent lady a few times.
She took care of herself well, wearing designer clothes and often doing charity work to help children in impoverished regions.
Now, it seemed incredibly ironic that someone who abandoned her own daughter could cover anything with all that charity.
Moreover, Autumn Fletcher hadn’t recognized her at all.
Of course, having left soon after her birth without a second thought,
she never returned to see her, let alone inquire about her name or her well-being.
Lucy Eaton thought of this no more and put it out of her mind.
"Lucy, the funeral director’s exam is next week, are you planning to register?" the director asked, opening the door. "If you want to take the test, I can put in a word for you. With your current skills, the exam shouldn’t be difficult for you."
"Yes, Director, the funeral director’s certificate is very important to me."
"Alright, prepare well and take the exam next week."
Currently, she could work in the funeral parlor only because, in her freshman year of college, she had the good fortune to apprentice for a senior funeral director as an unpaid assistant for a year.
Later, seeing her as a struggling girl from the countryside, the funeral parlor started paying her, and she has worked there ever since.
She was the only one in the funeral home who got officially employed as a funeral director without connections or a relevant certificate, having risen from an unpaid helper.
In her past life, she resigned from this job after secretly marrying Jacob Green, thinking she would start living a life of supporting the husband and raising the children.
Who knew that after a checkup at the hospital, the child couldn’t be saved, and she was completely cast aside by the Green Family, becoming a non-entity ignored by them.
Her in-laws hoped for Jacob to divorce her, after all, they believed she had seduced him to have the child, and now that it was gone, she seemed unnecessary.
But Jacob never mentioned divorce, possibly waiting for her to become intolerable enough to bring it up herself.
Yet she was patient, during those years of marriage, forbidden by Jacob to work, she did household chores and studied funeral director courses online.
Later, she planned to honestly talk to Jacob about divorce, intending to retake the funeral director’s certificate examination.
This reality of society is cruel; no matter her skills, without a graduation certificate, she was nothing.
The funeral home has funeral directors on duty 24 hours a day since even at night people come, often after consulting with geomancers about timing.
She always worked day shifts so she would leave on time.
After finishing work in the afternoon, Nathaniel Green was already waiting in the car not far away.
She slung her bag across her shoulder, walked forward, and opened the rear car door to get in.
"Miss Eaton, the young master won’t be back for dinner tonight, expected to return around nine."
She responded, "Alright, I got it."
She didn’t ask why he would return at that time.
It wasn’t her concern.
Returning to Blossom Haven, she had dinner, then washed up, and in her pajamas, leaned against the headboard reading a book.
Only an orange lamp at the head of the bed was lit, the whole room seemed particularly tranquil and serene.
By half-past eight, she put the book away, turned off the light, and went to sleep.
Lucy Eaton slept lightly, so she awoke the moment Jacob Green entered the room.
But she didn’t open her eyes, the air faintly filled with a fragrant alcohol scent.
He had been drinking.
The lights came on, he hung his jacket on the hanger, his deep eyes fell on the woman on the bed.
Her face looked white and pure under the light, and Jacob Green leaned in to kiss her lips, causing the pretending-to-sleep Lucy Eaton to open her eyes. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel⟡fire.net
"Why didn’t you wait for me before going to sleep?"
"Why should I wait? You didn’t mention it."
Jacob straightened up, pinched her nose lightly, and headed toward the bathroom.
Lucy rubbed her slightly sore nose, got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom door, gently pushing it open.
"Which neighborhood in Ningham City is suitable for me to buy a house in?"
His hair-washing motion paused, and he looked up at her, "You want to buy a house?"
"You can’t afford the city center, but if considering the outskirts, the west side has more development potential. Our Clan Green is currently developing a residential area there."
She certainly knew that after the sale of the Trelliswood District developed by Clan Green, the house prices would soar, so she planned to buy there specifically.
"Can you reserve two good houses for me?"
"Five million won’t be enough for two houses."
"I know, I’ll see when the time comes; if not, I’ll just pay the down payment."
Jacob rinsed his hair, casually grabbed a towel to dry it, "Got it."
Lucy turned on the hairdryer, and as he reached out for it, she said, "I’ll do it for you."
He leaned against the sink, letting her dry his hair.
When she was almost done, Jacob suddenly wrapped her waist with his arm, gently pulling open her pajama collar with the other hand, "Why don’t you ask where I went tonight?"
"Is it essential to know?" She turned off the hairdryer, hung it on the wall, her eyes captivating, "I’m neither your girlfriend nor your wife, you are completely free."
As soon as she said this, her lips were enveloped by his, kissing eagerly and fervently, Lucy Eaton rose to hug his neck tightly, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Jacob carried her out, and they kissed passionately.
Having unlocked some new positions, it took until midnight for them to finally calm down.
He lit a cigarette, glancing at her, Lucy Eaton’s face still flushed.
"Have you ever thought about your future life?"
"Who hasn’t?" she half-lay beside him, softly saying, "I will marry a man who loves me, have two adorable children. The man doesn’t need to be excellent, as long as his heart is with me, and the children don’t need to be smart, just healthy."
Her simple words painted a harmonious picture in Jacob’s mind.
Just as he was about to say something, Lucy snuggled up to him and murmured, "I’m sleepy..."
Like a gentle cat, she quickly fell asleep, Jacob extinguished his cigarette, reached out to turn off the lights, and went to sleep.