Chapter 0190

After dropping Ingrid off at her campus gate, Evelyn repeatedly reminded her to stay safe and take care of her pregnancy. Only then did she instruct the driver, "Let's go back."

"Yes, ma'am," the driver replied.

Sitting in the back seat, Evelyn glanced at the hideous scarf beside her and pursed her lips. The more she looked at it, the more displeased she became. She tossed it under the seat, quickly pulling her hand away as if she had touched something disgusting.

Evelyn sighed, thinking about Ingrid. Her looks were average, and her manners unrefined. At best, she was modest and demure; at worst, petty and unsophisticated. Her eyes drifted back to the scarf. It was a bright, gaudy, and outdated magenta. No amount of fancy packaging could disguise its poor quality.

Evelyn admitted that her modest background had its limitations. She recalled the exquisite gifts Miranda used to bring—scarves, jewelry, handbags—all perfectly suited to her tastes and clearly chosen with care.

At this thought, Evelyn silently cursed herself. Why was she even thinking about that jinx?

"We're here, Mrs. Johnson."

As soon as Evelyn stepped inside the house, Tina approached her, noticing the elegantly wrapped box in her hand. She assumed it contained something nice. But when she opened it, she found a magenta scarf with uneven stitches. It wasn't just unattractive; it failed even the most basic standards of decency.

"Mom, where did you get this ugly thing? What year is it? Please don't tell me you're actually going to wear it?"

Tina picked up the scarf with her index and middle fingers, as if it were completely out of place in their home. Honestly, it was the ugliest scarf she had ever seen. Disgusted, she wondered what was wrong with the awful magenta color. Even the family dog would probably be startled by it.

Clearly annoyed, Evelyn said, "It's from your brother's girlfriend. She said she knitted it herself, claiming it shows more thought, but I think she's just too cheap to spend money and used this awful thing to dismiss me. If it weren't for the fact that she's carrying my grandson, I wouldn't have accepted such an…"

Chapter 0190

Everything Evelyn wore was designer. From clothes and handbags to the diamonds in her earrings, most were custom-made, or at the very least, designer pieces. How could such a crude scarf possibly match her status?

"What!" Tina's eyes widened in shock. "You're saying she's pregnant with Hans's child?!"

Tina was genuinely surprised. Miranda hadn't gotten pregnant all these years, but now this Ingrid woman, who had just appeared, was already expecting? It was clear she couldn't wait to marry into a wealthy family.

Evelyn said, "I only found out today. If she hadn't called me, I would still be in the dark."

Tina raised an eyebrow. "Mom, are you saying she called you? Not Hans?"

Evelyn nodded. "Yes, why?"

Tina's expression shifted, becoming more calculating. "Think about it. Why would she go to you instead of Hans?"

Evelyn froze, realization dawning. "It's most likely that Hans doesn't even want this baby, so she went around him and reached out to you instead."

It seemed Ingrid wanted to use her pregnancy to secure her position. In the Elgerson elite circles, this kind of thing was far too common. After all, what woman wouldn't want to marry into a wealthy family and change her destiny?

Tina's eyes glinted. "Mom, you're not seriously considering letting her become my sister-in-law, are you?"

Evelyn frowned. "Of course not! We don't even know if the baby is a boy or a girl. And besides, when I saw her today, she looked plain, had poor taste, and seemed entirely unpresentable. Didn't someone mention she's from some technical school? It's definitely not a prestigious one. There's no way the Johnsons would accept a daughter-in-law like her."