Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Matthew nodded to himself. His jaw was inexplicably tight at that moment, which showed how nervous he was.

Then he spoke in a low voice. “Well, spit out.”

“Eight years ago, Randolph Flores and his wife, Jessica, got divorced. Randolph immediately sent Jessica and their daughter, Dolores, to A Country . They haven’t been back in the past eight years. Randolph only brought them back here not too long ago.”

Matthew frowned. He was wondering, was this the reason she could speak A country language? Because she lived there for eight years?

“That’s it?” Matthew wanted more information.

Abbott paused for a few seconds and then continued, “After he sent Jessica to A country , she gave birth to a boy with autism. The boy lived a tough life and died in a car accident before Jessica and Dolores returned.”

Matthew frowned. His expression grew more serious. He couldn’t help but assume that the reason Dolores was so sad was because of her brother? Then what happened with the child in her belly?

Matthew asked, “That’s it? No man has ever been close to her?”

“No... The only man close to her was a psychologist,” Abbott said, carefully checking the information sent from the investigator from A Country .

Abbott continued. “That’s it. She didn’t date anyone at school, and no other men were close to her.”

Matthew stood in silence, thinking. In other words, the child’s father might be the psychologist. And the reason Randolph took her back was only because of their marriage? The reason she cared a lot about money was that she lived a hard life in A Country , which was also why she charged money for translating

Thinking about it that way, Matthew felt that he finally understood Dolores. He also understood what Sampson meant. Matthew felt complicated. He looked back, then got in the car and left the hospital.

At the hospital, Dolores was hungry because she didn’t eat lunch.

“Mom, I want some cookies.,” Dolores said, suddenly wanting to eat sweets.

Jessica had been through the same thing with her children. She knew that when a woman was pregnant, she would have cravings for the most random things.

She could not help but think about a saying about how a woman who prefers sour usually has a boy, and a woman who prefers spicy usually has a girl. Jessica wondered if Dolores was going to have a boy or a girl.

“I’ll go back and make some for you.”

Jessica got up paused when she realized no one would take care of Dolores in her absence.

Dolores understood what Jessica was thinking.

her mom. “I’m fine. Don’t worry. The doctor said I just need

the baby in her belly, she wouldn’t even need to be hospitalized at all. Jessica nodded and

They all lived in the community. It hadn’t been long since Jessica moved in, so there were never

worried something

asked, “What are you doing?”

the woman in front of her, the chubby middle-aged woman who lived

spoke your daughter is only eighteen years old, right?” the fat woman continued,

was so angry and annoyed her voice trembled. “You, you are talking nothing but nonsense. Who

you dare say that your daughter is not pregnant

trembled. She didn’t dare to say anything back because her

“Shameless bitch!”

She seemed

be innocent, but secretly she

up! Who gave you the right to say that?” Jessica was so angry her

to talk about your slut of

had to put her hand on her chest to calm herself. She stood up straighter and

heart hearing the women trash-talking about her daughter. Why

she become pregnant when she’s

was suddenly speechless. After all, it was true Dolores was pregnant. Jessica knew people would judge Dolores after discovering she got pregnant at such a young age, but she hadn’t expected

them away and hurried into the

what they said, she remembered her daughter was still in the hospital, calmed herself down, and started

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her feelings very well, but Dolores still noticed something off when Jessica delivered

“Mom, you look...”

fine,” Jessica lied, not wanting Dolores to know

at Jessica. She knew Jessica was trying to hide something, because every time Jessica lied, she always refused to make eye contact. So Dolores

to be sweet, but somehow

hospital tomorrow, and I want to go home to stay with you for a few

younger brother. Her brother’s death was always a

and resolutely said. “No.”

knew how sad Dolores would be if she heard what people

Dolores frowned. “Mom—”

said, trying to sound serious. “No matter the reason for the marriage, you’ve married into the Nelson family now and you should

it was impossible to