Chapter 241
Brendan watched Reuben and Maximus play cards. His eyes never looked in Naomi's direction, nor did he pay attention to her.
Naomi passed her phone to the children so they could play a game on it. When she got up and headed to the pantry for something to eat, Heather followed her hurriedly.
"Mom," Naomi greeted her when she saw Heather come over.
"Naomi, have you and Brendan gotten into a fight?" Heather was a direct woman. She breached the topic right away without beating around the bush.
Naomi smiled and replied, "Who doesn't argue from time to time?"
Heather had known for a long time that Naomi was the type of person to only describe her joys and hide her unhappiness.
She walked to Naomi and helped her wash the grapes. She then asked, "Hadn't you guys been getting along well? Didn't you say you were preparing for pregnancy? Why are you guys arguing now?"
She didn't wait for Naomi to speak. "I could tell you guys were arguing because you didn't come in together."
She then asked Naomi, "What's going on with your plans to have a kid? There would be a lot less friction between you and Brendan if you had a child. Sometimes, children are the lubricant between couples."
When Heather mentioned children, Naomi stopped washing the grapes.
For other couples, children might be a lubricant. However, for her and Brendan, she didn't have that sort of confidence. Perhaps their conflicts would only escalate once they had a child.
She was silent as she thought. She then turned to Heather and said, "Mom, Brendan is taking contraceptive measures."
After careful consideration, she decided to expose Brandon so that he wouldn't push the blame onto her eventually.
In addition, making their situation clear to Heather would allow the latter to be mentally prepared so that she stopped being so optimistic. Brendan and Naomi wouldn't last for long.
Heather was dumbfounded when she heard that. When she finally processed it, she felt rage overwhelm her.
That asshole! How could he be taking contraceptive measures?
Her expression was dark as she gripped the grapes in her hands so hard that they burst.
He had a sweet tongue. He'd promised her that he would get Naomi pregnant before the end of the year and make her a grandmother next year. In the end, those were all empty promises to appease her.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.
How could she have given birth to such a good-for-nothing asshole?
How could he take contraceptive measures behind Naomi's back? How could she tolerate it? Wouldn't this embarrass her? Naomi was a woman!
Heather didn't need to ask. She knew they were arguing about this, so Naomi hadn't waited for him and had come to the mansion alone.
Heather tried to calm herself. As she prepared to console Naomi and make excuses for Brandon, Naomi, continued, "Mom, if he's unwilling, then just let it go. Let's not force him. He wouldn't feel good in that case."
Heather's temper exploded, and she snapped, "I don't care what he thinks. It's about what you and I want."
He'd struggled so hard to marry Naomi. Why was he taking it so lightly? Maximus had wanted to marry her, but he'd failed.
After her angry rant, Heather looked at Naomi and asked, "Naomi, what do you mean? What do you mean by saying we should just let it go if he's unwilling?"
Naomi turned to Heather and said,
"Mom, Brendan and I have tried our if best in this marriage if we continue NO down this road, it would cause nothing but trouble, and our relationship would deteriorate."
They'd known each other for 23 years. They should end their relationship on good terms rather than make a horrible commotion, which would also embarrass their parents.
Heather was worried upon hearing Naomi's words. She pleaded, "Naomi, can't we just try a little harder? I'll give Brendan a good talking-to. Don't be too pessimistic. What's going to happen in the future?"
If Naomi hadn't given her the signal, Heather would rather get beaten to death than mention the situation with the fortune tellers, even though she knew that Naomi had married ve Brendan largely because of what the fortune tellers said.