Chapter 676: Tenterhooks
Ava had been on tenterhooks all day waiting for Hannah to arrive. She’d even kept the cash ready, to entice her. Seeing the cash, Hannah would definitely not be able to resist it and let it go. She knew that woman this much! She was as greedy as a person could be.
But as the hours ticked by and the sun began to set, Ava felt a mix of disappointment and relief. Part of her was glad that Hannah hadn’t shown up—perhaps it meant that she wouldn’t have to deal with her after all. Maybe Hannah had decided to spare her? Or found some better target? But another part of her was worried. What if Hannah was just biding her time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike? What if this was just the calm before the storm?
She tried to busy herself with small tasks, tidying up the already spotless living room, rearranging the flowers in the vase, but nothing could distract her from the nagging worry that gnawed at her. Every sound made her jump and she was on the edge.
Just as she was beginning to relax,the doorbell rang. Her heart skipped a beat, her mind racing. Da*n it! It was almost time for Cai and Erasmi to return. But when she opened the door, it wasn’t Hannah standing there—it was Cai, looking flustered.
"Cai? What happened?" She asked in concern.
"Mom, I need an ice pack. My teached sprained her ankle."
Ava stepped aside as Caius quickly raced into the house to get the ice pack. Shaking her head as s watched him almost stubbed his own toe in his hurry to get the pack, Ava looked at the bus curiously. Maybe she should go and meet this new teacher. After all, Cai had been singing her praised for a while now.
However, she’d only taken a few steps when she felt her blood run cold...From around the bus, Erasmi walked out, carrying someone in his arms.
For a moment, her mind couldn’t process what she was seeing. It was as if time had slowed down, and everything around her was moving in slow motion.
And then it hit her. It was disconcerting enough that Eramsi was carrying a woman like that. But what made her freeze in horror was that the woman in his arms was Hannah.
Ava’s heart plummeted, wave after wave of shock washing over her. She felt the blood drain from her face and her knees threatened to buckle under her. How was this possible? How could this be happening? Hannah, the woman she had been dreading to see all day, was now here—being carried into her home—by her own husband.