Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 150

Monica slipped her arm through Eleanor’s and leaned in, her voice pitched low and full of concern. “I heard you stayed up all night working on that fragrance test. Dan was worried about you, said no one was to disturb you.”

Just then, Aurora was being carried inside by the housekeeper under Jordan’s direction and gently laid down on the sofa. She happened to catch Monica’s words, grateful for once that she could feign unconsciousness—at least she didn’t have to witness Daniel’s tender concern for Eleanor.

Eleanor suddenly seemed to notice Aurora. “What happened to Aurora?”

Monica launched into a dramatic explanation, her tone carefully crafted.

Eleanor pressed a hand to her mouth, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Dan, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize Aurora was in such a state…”

She hesitated, then added, “It’s all my fault.” Guilt laced her voice. “But if Aurora’s pregnant, why didn’t she say anything?”

Monica crossed her arms and spoke up deliberately, “Obviously, the Winters family wants nothing to do with her.” The implication was clear: Daniel was just Aurora’s backup plan.

Jordan motioned for a servant to bring some water.

Daniel’s expression was unreadable. “I need to get back to the office. Put her in my car; I’ll take her to the hospital.”

Jordan only hesitated a moment before agreeing—after all, he was supposed to be the dutiful father right now.

Both Eleanor and Monica were taken aback.

“I thought we were supposed to have dinner—why are you leaving so suddenly?” Eleanor protested.

“Let the housekeeper take her,” Monica insisted, not about to let Daniel and Aurora be alone together. “She’s not your responsibility anymore.”

Daniel’s gaze darkened, his lips tight with barely concealed irritation. “Monica, if you want to be Mrs. Chambers, you should try being a little more gracious.”

Monica flushed with embarrassment, her little schemes so transparent under Daniel’s scrutiny.

Eleanor nudged Monica. “Why don’t you go with him, Monica?”

On the drive to the hospital, Daniel glanced at Aurora, who was still leaning against the window with her eyes closed. His voice was cold. “You can stop pretending now.”

He’d seen through her act from the start.

Aurora sat up, rubbing her forehead.

The car was stopped at a red light, the air conditioner humming, keeping the summer heat at bay.

Daniel’s tone was biting. “Louis is the Winters family’s eldest son, so his son is the family’s first grandson. Now the kid’s dying and the Winters family hasn’t even shown up. Looks like Louis isn’t all that important to them after all.”

Aurora was too exhausted to argue, her voice barely above a whisper. “Payne is my son.”

She would find a way to save him—she had to. As for the Winters family, she’d never really counted on them.

“Does Louis know you came here, begging on your knees for your child?” Daniel’s eyes were glacial as he stared straight ahead.