Chapter 290

"Babies,” she gasped, placing her hand over her mouth to silence it. “There is a possibility he had two?”

“Huh?” one of the nurses spoke. “Did you hear something?”

“It’s probably the wind or something. It’s making you hear what isn’t there.”

“Probably,” the other replied sheepishly. “How are the babies doing? You said they were both asleep?”

“Yeah, the boy fell asleep just fine.” She let out an exasperated sound. “The girl though is another problem.”

The other nurse chuckled at her words. “Kept crying all through, huh?”

“You don’t know the half of it,” she said, exhausted. “There is something wrong with that kid despite the issues she has.”

“Even her own mother can’t do anything.” They both chuckled again.

“Even Miss Joanna can’t do anything to stop her crying,” they laughed. “Thankfully it doesn’t wake the boy though.”

“That one sleeps like a log throughout.”

“Kinda makes you wonder if she is really the mother of those kids.”

“Don’t start shit.”

“Calm your titties,” she scoffed. “Mr Kingston is pretty much over two decades older than her. Got her pregnant and she bore him two kids—”

“I don’t want to hear your conspiracy theories—”

“Shut up and listen.” She cracked a knuckle. “She got knocked up expecting him to marry her after giving him two children. You see the way she throws herself at him?”

“She is hoping he would look at her and marry her as his wife or something.” She scoffed again. “She thinks this is a movie.”

“Oh my god, you are just jealous of her?” the other breathed out. “You want it to be you so badly being doted on and not Miss Joanna. You wish it was you if such an opportunity presented itself.”

She was silent for a beat. “Whatever.” She stood up. “It’s not like I dated an older man to get money.”

“It’s not like a wealthy older man would settle or have kids with a bitter person like you.” That struck a nerve. She dusted herself off.

“Is Joanna awake?” she asked.

“Why? You wanna poison her?” they answered skeptically. “She is asleep.”

“Tch.” She let out a sound at the first statement. “Sleeping when her child is crying. Mother of the year.”

“If she watched after them then we would be out of a job,” they spoke mockingly.

She left, walking away from them into the house where the other nurses were gathered.

“Two babies?” Sophia murmured.

She managed to walk back toward where she scaled the fence from. Before she grabbed it, she looked back, seeing no lights on the second floor.

The place was massive as she took it in, before scaling over. Landing on the other side, she walked back to her car.

She got inside, started it, and returned back.

“Joanna.” She clenched her fist. “He got another woman pregnant again?”

Her breath came out more short, both from anger and the air from what she had done. “He bought her a house and moved her in.”

“Why, why, why?” She hit the horn as her vision blurred. “First that annoying bitch, now he has replaced her with another one.”

By the time Sophia made it back to London, the sky was already starting to lighten. She didn’t go home. Instead, she drove straight to a high-end electronics and surveillance store that opened early for private clients.

She walked in with a cold, focused expression and requested the best equipment they had.

A high-powered telephoto lens. Night-vision attachments. A silent camera body that could take clear shots from a long distance. Extra batteries. A small portable recorder.

The total was expensive, but she didn’t flinch when she paid.

As she loaded the bags into her car, her jaw was tight.

“You think you can just hide them from me?” she muttered under her breath. “A whole secret family… two babies… another woman in a countryside house he bought for her.”

She slammed the car door harder than necessary.

This time she wouldn’t rely on hearsay or half-caught conversations. She needed clear, undeniable proof. Photos. Evidence that Eric Kingston had another woman and two children tucked away from the public eye.

Sophia started the engine, her grip tight on the steering wheel.

“Next time that van makes a delivery,” she said quietly, eyes hard, “I’ll be ready. I’ll get the shots. And then everyone will know exactly what kind of man you are.”

She drove off into the early morning traffic, already planning her next infiltration.