Leaving While Pregnant：He Goes Crazy1-100

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Vivian stood a few paces behind the group, her eyes darkening as she watched Adrian and Eva interact. The way they moved together, so seamlessly, so naturally, made her feel like an outsider. Their quiet conversations, their subtle glances—it was all so intimate, and it gnawed at her.

She clenched her fists at her sides, trying to force the simmering resentment down. She had thought she was over Adrian, that she had moved on from the idea of them being anything more than friends. But now, seeing them like this—seeing him smile at Eva in that way, the way he seemed so comfortable, so at ease—it rekindled something inside her. A jealousy she hadn’t expected, and perhaps even a bitter sense of loss.

Adrian had always been kind to her, but the warmth he gave to Eva… it was different. It was deeper. And despite all her careful composure, Vivian couldn’t help but feel the sting.

As they moved into the house, the servants continued to perform their little skit for Granny Blackwood. The cheerful atmosphere, the care everyone was showing to her—it was a welcome sight for the elderly lady, who had clearly grown used to a quieter, more isolating routine at the nursing home. Eva watched her face light up in genuine joy, and for a moment, she felt a surge of satisfaction. This was what mattered: Granny Blackwood’s comfort, her happiness. It had always been Eva’s priority.

Vivian, though, was still standing off to the side, her smile a little too tight, her expression guarded. She hadn’t been asked to join them for the performance or the small talk that followed. It was clear to her now—despite her best efforts to remain composed—that she had no place in this scene.

Adrian, still by Eva’s side, noticed Vivian’s discomfort and glanced over at her. He wasn’t blind to the subtle shifts in her posture—the way her eyes flickered between him and Eva. There was something in the air, a quiet tension he couldn’t ignore, but he also knew that Vivian had a way of making things complicated. He didn’t want to deal with any of it right now, especially when Granny Blackwood was finally back home and things seemed to be settling into a peaceful rhythm.

Eva, noticing Adrian’s glance, raised an eyebrow, then spoke softly, “Vivian seems to be having a hard time with all this, huh?”

Adrian hesitated before responding, his voice low. “It’s complicated.”

Eva smiled, though it wasn’t entirely comforting. “You’re not the only one who finds it complicated.”

The words hung in the air between them, and Adrian’s gaze softened for a moment before he looked back to Granny Blackwood, who was clearly enjoying herself. “I think it’s time for me to check on the arrangements for her room.”

Eva nodded, stepping aside to allow Adrian to move ahead. “I’ll make sure she’s comfortable. You go ahead.”

As Adrian walked off, Vivian’s eyes briefly locked with Eva’s. Eva gave her a small, polite smile, which Vivian returned with a stiff nod. The rivalry between them was unspoken, but it was there, simmering just below the surface.

The butler and other servants were attentive as always, guiding Granny Blackwood to her room and making sure she was settled in. Granny Blackwood was clearly in a better mood now, chatting with Eva about little things—how the room looked, how the house felt, how much she appreciated the effort.

Eva felt a sense of pride in the arrangements, but at the same time, she couldn’t fully relax with Vivian still lingering in the background. She didn’t want to disrupt the peace that had been restored, but she couldn’t help but wonder how long it would last.

As the evening wore on, Granny Blackwood retired to her room, and the house grew quieter. Vivian had finally decided to leave, her visit ending on an oddly polite note. “Thank you again for letting me come in, Eva,” she had said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’ll go now.”

Eva had nodded, offering her a warm, but distant, farewell. “Take care, Vivian.”

Adrian, having finished making sure everything was in order for Granny, returned to the main hall. He found Eva standing near the window, her gaze lost in thought.

“You alright?” he asked, his voice gentle.

Eva turned to him, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then she smiled, though it was tinged with a hint of weariness. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

Adrian didn’t press her for details. Instead, he stepped closer, offering her a quiet presence that, despite everything, she appreciated.

“I know things are complicated,” he said after a moment, “but I’m glad Grandma’s home. We’ll deal with whatever comes next.”

Eva nodded, her gaze softening. “Yeah. We will.”

For now, they were together in this. Whatever the future held, whatever Vivian’s presence meant for them—it could wait. Right now, Granny Blackwood was home, and that was enough.

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