I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away
Chapter 370: Exchanging Information

Joy Chaucer diligently noted down foods and fruits that should not be mixed due to their potential to harm the liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys. Of course, small amounts would not have any effect; it was only with excessive consumption that they could become toxic. Over time, these combinations could silently damage one's health, eluding even doctors' diagnoses.

With a red pen, Joy circled a recipe for a citrus milk drink she planned to prepare the next day. As a dutiful daughter, she naturally wanted to take good care of her mother.

Suddenly, a clap of thunder echoed through the air, the kind that rumbles without rain. Joy looked out the window, her sinister expression reflected eerily on the glass.

At the Merrydale Estate, Meredith sat at the bedside, listening to music intended for prenatal care. Terrence Sterling returned home at eleven o'clock at night. Lazily, Meredith glanced at him. "Have you been drinking?"

"Just a little," Terrence habitually approached Meredith, greeting the baby in her belly first. "Little Lucky, daddy's back. Were you good today?"

"Today I met a little boy who said it's going to be a sister," Meredith said with a light smile. "They say children's words are often prophetic; I think it's likely a daughter."

"If it really is a daughter, that would be wonderful," Terrence's eyes lit up with joy. "If it's a girl, we'll name her Rowan, Little Lucky, Little Rowan."

Meredith laughed, watching Terrence smile made her feel much better, and she couldn't resist cupping his face and rubbing it. "You look so good when you smile, Terrence Sterling, I love your smile."

She found it hard to imagine Terrence chopping off Joy Chaucer's fingers, a story she had only heard about through Harvey Fieldmouse, who also mentioned that a villa in the north district harbored a golden python. It was then she realized Terrence was a sheep only in her presence, but a fierce wolf to others.

Terrence, sitting on the edge of the bed, looked at her tenderly. "Then I'll smile more often for you."

Meredith rubbed his face again, appreciating its feel. "I visited the Chaucer family today and also stopped by the orphanage. There's something I haven't told you."

"What is it?" Terrence knew Meredith had been withholding something. Last time she had sent him away on purpose to take Bianca out alone, he had suspected as much.

Meredith hesitated. "I might be Chloe's daughter. Chloe has been searching for her daughter at the orphanage I was in. Justin also told me that Chloe is my biological mother. I went to verify it today, but..."

"But what?" Terrence listened patiently.

"Chloe doesn't want to acknowledge it," Meredith said. "It doesn't make sense to me. She went searching at the orphanage but refuses to recognize me. Maybe Chloe is looking for someone, but not necessarily her daughter. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Terrence chuckled softly. "I can follow that. I don't think it's likely you are Chloe's daughter."

"Why?" Meredith was puzzled. "Why weren't you surprised at all just now?"

"I don't think you resemble Chloe," Terrence said as he took her hand. "I was a bit surprised, maybe it wasn't obvious."

Meredith rolled her eyes. "Where is the surprise on your face?" Terrence laughed. "Should I make it more obvious?"

He then exaggerated a surprised expression, amusing Meredith.

Meredith said, "Too fake. Today, I intentionally hinted to Bianca about searching for my biological parents. Next, we'll see Chloe's reaction and what she does. If all goes as expected, she should be contacting me soon."

"I also have news for you today," Terrence said. "Someone sent me a video of Ruby Kim's murder. The driver is unclear, not sure if it was Joy Chaucer, but it's a good sign. Someone is getting restless."

"You mean, the person covering for Joy Chaucer?" Meredith was surprised. "Joy wouldn't send a video to provoke you. Liam Michaelson is still investigating the case, struggling without evidence. Could this video be a breakthrough?"

"Let's wait and see who loses patience first," Terrence touched Meredith's belly. "Right now, I'm just looking forward to Little Lucky's arrival, hoping Little Lucky will look more like you."