After Having a Dream, I Became Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child-Chapter 235 - 230: Class Group

After Emily Parker returned to the villa, she casually sat on the sofa, then slouched down lazily. freёweɓnovel.com

She picked up her phone and lightly swiped her finger across the screen, finding the chat interface with Blue Sky, and typed a line,

"Grandfather, I heard you are going abroad?"

Usually, "grandfather" would always reply immediately, the quick response as if he was constantly waiting by the phone for her message.

But this time, the conversation box was eerily silent and motionless.

Emily couldn’t help but frown slightly, thinking to herself, "Maybe he’s packing up, there must be lots of things to handle before going abroad."

At the thought of her grandfather soon crossing oceans to a foreign country, Emily’s heart felt like it was gripped by an invisible hand, filled with reluctance.

A hint of struggle flashed in her eyes as she repeatedly weighed in her mind whether to see her grandfather off or not, worried about making him sad.

Just as she hesitated about getting up to check on her grandfather, her phone suddenly emitted a special notification sound, crisp and abrupt, interrupting her thoughts.

Puzzled, she opened it to find a message from the high school class group chat.

"@Emily Parker, are you working as a nurse at People’s Hospital?

My mom is feeling unwell and wants to be admitted, but the hospital beds are tight. Can you help arrange it?"

The message was from Nana Ross, who she remembered as a lively and wealthy girl in high school, always keen on participating in various activities.

Emily stared at the message, her thoughts drifting back to high school days uncontrollably.

During those times, despite her outstanding academic performance, ranking top in the class, her humble family background made her dress plainly and live frugally.

While other classmates wore chic new clothes and talked about the latest electronic products and entertainment activities, she would find a quiet corner and open her worn-out laptop...

This high school class group was created by the enthusiastic Evelyn Hanson.

When Evelyn added her to the group initially, Emily was secretly pleased, thinking she finally had a chance to reconnect with her classmates.

But after joining, she found herself increasingly unable to participate in their conversations, which were all about job hunting or dating.

Upon hearing that she failed the college entrance exam and only got into a vocational college, classmates disdained to communicate with her, making her feel like a transparent person.

After all, their class had an over ninety percent rate of top-grade admissions, and Emily was the only one who ended up in a vocational college.

In the eyes of those high-and-mighty classmates, Emily seemed like a complete failure, a "stain" in their glorious class history.

It was the first time someone actively @-slash-mentioned Emily in the group.

Emily replied,

"Sorry, I can’t help. I resigned a while ago."

After typing, she thought of adding another sentence, suggesting Eastern Hospital as an alternative due to its good medical resources,

but before she could, Nana fired back with a string of exclamation marks.

Immediately, a voice message popped up, Emily clicked play, and Nana’s sharp and mean voice filled the air,

"Why quit the job? Although being a nurse is dirty and tiring, it’s a stable job.

Besides, didn’t you always have a crush on Adam Willow? I heard he’s working as a doctor at that hospital."

The tone was dripping with sarcasm, tearing ruthlessly at Emily’s most hidden wounds.

Emily’s hand, poised to type a reply, froze suddenly, her eyes only showing a cold expression.

Back in high school, Adam Willow was undoubtedly the most dazzling presence on campus.

His tall stature, handsome face, and excellent academic performance made him the undisputed school heartthrob.

Every time he walked through the campus, he would capture the attention of numerous girls, with many admirers both in the class and school, including the intensely obsessed Nana.

During those times, Nana’s heart and eyes were filled with Adam, following him relentlessly wherever he appeared.

But Adam was focused solely on his studies and remained indifferent to the admiring glances around him.

Except towards Emily, he always maintained a neither-cold-nor-warm attitude.

Occasionally, when discussing study problems with Emily, his gaze would become more focused and gentle.

All of this was seen by Nana, and jealousy grew rampant in her heart, often finding opportunities to ostracize Emily in class.

Scenes of intentionally bumped books and being excluded from group activities once loomed like dark clouds over Emily.

However, with the passage of time, Emily had gradually forgotten all that.

A "concerned" classmate suddenly jumped out, filled with malicious speculation,

"Who resigns from a formal job at People’s Hospital just like that?

Maybe there was a medical incident that got her fired?"

Emily glanced at the name, and instantly memories resurfaced—another classmate who once secretly admired Adam Willow.

Initially, she was among those many who harbored admiration for Adam while resenting Emily for Adam’s differentiated attitude towards her.

Before Emily could recover from the spiteful statements, the class monitor sent a message,

"Stop talking nonsense; can’t you see Emily doesn’t dare speak?

Does resigning necessarily mean something went wrong? Maybe Emily got married and quit due to work fatigue.

Speaking of Emily and Adam, they should be the only high school couple still together, making others envious.

This is when the lead actor should be summoned @Adam Willow."

The monitor appeared honest and amicable, but at this moment, it was unclear whether he meant to mediate sincerely or inadvertently joined this "attack" against her.

With the continuous flow of messages on the screen, Emily squeezed the bridge of her nose, regretting her previous response.

Almost simultaneously, Adam Willow, dragging his slightly worn-out body, stepped into the house.

His every step seemed weighed down with lead, heavy and slow, and upon entering the living room, he sat down.

His face showed signs of exhaustion, and his usually bright eyes carried deep fatigue.

He raised his hand to untie the restrictive necktie, tossing it aside casually.

Adam leaned his head back against the sofa, closed his eyes, recalling his father’s recent instructions.

Almost at the same time, the phone on the coffee table lit up abruptly, showing several missed calls on the screen.

He frowned slightly, not picking up the phone, knowing without looking it must be Sophie Parker’s calls.

He had already decided to break up with Sophie, yet uncertain how to broach the subject.