Chapter 115: You're the One Who Came Too Late

Sylvia said softly, "It was in the laundry with your clothes. I thought it was Ms. Jones's, but she said it wasn't. She also said it wouldn't be right to throw it away, so she asked me to give it to you." Dominic hesitated before saying, "Just throw it away."

She quickly nodded, almost as if the underwear had burned her hands. She rushed off to discard it.

After closing the door, he picked up his phone, paused, and then texted Amber: "Stop trying to pull any tricks on me."

Amber immediately called him. He answered calmly, his voice devoid of emotion. "Do you have something to say?"

Amber giggled softly. "Hehe So, you've figured it out? But you don't blame me, do you? Otherwise, we wouldn't be having this calm conversation right now."

He wasn't angry because he didn't think it was worth the effort. "Besides the underwear, what about the pregnancy test report?"

She paused before answering. "I did it on purpose. I purposely went for the checkup, ensured she saw it, and wanted her to believe I was carrying your child." (The reference to a website has been removed as it's irrelevant to the text.)

"Dominic, I've already told you I can accept that you'll never love me, but I can't accept that it's because of another woman. I was born at the top and am willing to fall into the mud for you. I refuse to lose to someone like her." Dominic let out a cold laugh. "If we're really talking about who came first, you're the one who came too late."

There was a long silence. When he thought she wouldn't speak again and was about to hang up, her hoarse voice said, "You're right. I came too late. She walked into your life when she was already established; I met you far too late. This is the first time I've liked someone so seriously. Dominic, you're so cruel."

Dominic pressed his lips together. "Is there anything else you want to say? If not, I'm hanging up."

Without waiting for a response, he ended the call. His gaze drifted to the wall as though he could see the person on the other side.

The next day, Bella was awakened by birds chirping outside her window. She got out of bed and walked to the window, watching for a while. The swallow's nest had been abandoned, but a few small birds of an unknown species were perched on the tree branches.

The summer sun rose early, and the soft morning sunlight filtered through the window. Dust particles floated in the beams of light. It looked like another beautiful day. Summer's warmth was gentle—at least in the early mornings.

After getting ready, she went downstairs and saw Dominic preparing to leave. As always, he was dressed in his immaculate suit, with not a detail out of place. Yet, she never tired of it; she always found herself unconsciously noting subtle differences, whether it was the color or style of the suit or the shade of his tie.

Hearing her footsteps, Dominic, who was changing his shoes, asked casually, "Do you want me to drive you, or are you taking the car yourself?"

Bella sat down at the dining table. "I'll take a cab."

He glanced toward the dining room, his view partially blocked by the wall. After putting on his shoes, he tossed her the car keys. "Pick one of the two. Who said you could come up with a third option?"

Quietly, Bella accepted the car keys. "You should leave first."

His expression darkened. "Is leaving the house with me such a burden to you?"

Unfazed, Bella calmly drank her milk. Her cheeks puffed slightly as she sipped, and her flawless, pale skin seemed almost translucent, revealing the delicate veins beneath. After finishing her drink, she replied, "No, I just don't want to bother you. You manage the entire Miller Group, and I'm just a small doctor. Wasting your time" (The sentence is incomplete in the original and I've left it as such.)

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