Una urged her to head back.
Nora shook her head. “Even if I go home now, I won’t find any inspiration. I’d rather stay here and keep you company.”
She asked, “Has Hans been by?”
The question caught Una off guard. After a moment’s pause, she shook her head.
“No.”
She supposed her words the other day had finally made things clear—maybe Hans was feeling guilty, which explained why he hadn’t shown up since.
Honestly, Una was grateful for his absence.
She’d finally severed the last thread of feeling she had for Hans.
Nora let out a small sigh. “Hans and Eleanor might’ve actually divorced, but now that Aunt Danielle’s gotten involved, I doubt that’ll ever happen.”
“He fought so hard to marry her. Why bother with divorce now?” Una scoffed.
Hans and Eleanor had gotten together three years ago.
She remembered it all too well: she’d gone to talk to Hans, hoping to explain herself, but he’d just held on to Eleanor and said he liked her—whatever he’d had with Una was just a fling.
Those memories still stung, even now.
This time, she’d paid the price of a hand, but at last, she’d seen things clearly.
“After the surgery, I want to go abroad,” Una said quietly. She’d been planning it for a while.
She had dreams she’d never fulfilled. Even with her hand injured, she wanted to chase them.
“Good,” Nora said, genuinely happy for her.
Una hesitated, then added, “I’ll wait until the baby’s born.”
Right now, Nora only had her.
She needed to stay, at least until the baby arrived.
Nora cradled her belly, a wave of tenderness washing over her.



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