My Baby's Daddy

Martha was well-experienced and perceptive. She saw through the facade of Arthur asking Sophia’s help to look for the necklace and understood his purpose. Truth be told, he was using it as an excuse to keep Sophia at his side.

“Miss Goodwin, I’ll keep an eye on the secondhand market for the necklace. For now, I only need your help for one thing. I need you to leave Artie.” She was brisk at handling things as a full plan was formed in her mind and she spoke it immediately. “I have an idea. Do as I say.”

“Old Madam Weiss.” Sophia gaped at the elder woman dressed in a refined outfit and luxurious pieces of jewelry. “What do you want me to do?”

“You’ll need to bring a guy you know to see Artie and tell him in person that you love the guy. If Artie’s feelings for you don’t waver, then the two of you will get engaged. Besides, I’ll compensate for your loss because I promised to treat you with care.” Martha was hoping Arthur could make a firm decision on his love life as she knew Sophia wasn’t the best suitor for him.

Sophia stared at the phone on the table with hesitation. Martha’s words hurt Sophia badly as if it stung her heart. However, she agreed with Martha’s plan eventually. “All right. I’ll follow your plan.”

“I hope you can put on your best acting because Artie is very observant. Beware not to let him find out anything.”

“I will,” Sophia answered with a nod meekly as she lowered her eyes.

At that time, she received a message on her phone. She took a quick glance at the message that appeared on the screen.

‘What are you doing right now?’ The sender stated Arthur’s name.

today. I won’t blame you for losing our family heirloom.” Martha waved in dismissal. “It’s not your fault at all. You can

Once she went out,

to get home. Staring at Arthur’s messages, she had lost the mood to reply long since the conversation

a deep breath, she then dialed someone’s

with a clear voice. “Hey, girl!

saw no point in beating around the bush. “Can I ask

I

be my

the best at doing this kind of thing! Are you

tell you

I’ll wait

out another deep breath. The man whom she sought help from earlier was her childhood

phone then notified her that a new message had been received. Taking a quick glance at it, she wasn’t surprised

he was enjoying their interaction since he found exchanging messages interesting, she didn’t bother to reply. When he didn’t get her response, he decided to

“mute” button eventually. Sinking back onto