"Nicole, long time no see! You’re here for a checkup, too?" she said, patting her slightly rounded belly.
I stepped back, expressionless, offering a polite hum, and turned to leave.
Fiona’s soft voice followed me.
"Nicole, let me treat you to a meal. Let’s catch up."
I paused, then walked forward.
How could Fiona, once so eager to compete, now invite me so easily?
Indeed, her former sponsored student was now a top lawyer, her husband an internationally renowned attorney, and she owned three nationally acclaimed law firms.
It was true: when Michael chooses to support someone, even an overlooked girl can soar into greatness.
When Michael came after me, I was waiting for a taxi by the door.
He extended his hand,
"Get in the car. I’ll give you a ride."
I stepped back, calm.
"Michael, no need. I don’t want your wife to misunderstand."
His face darkened.
"Nicole, do you have to be so stubborn?"
"If back then you had been more tolerant and generous, you wouldn’t be in this situation today."
"I just wanted a child. Why did you..." He glanced at my tracksuit and mud-stained canvas shoes.
He didn’t finish, but I understood.