"Finally, I''ve been waiting for this day, Getty. You''re gonna get what''sing to you," the woman muttered,ughing like a maniac. People passing by heard her and sped up, freaked out.


    Quinn came downstairs and saw Abigail glued to the news on the couch. She plopped down next to her.


    "Even though I knew what wasing, hearing it still bums me out," Abigail said, munching on an apple.


    Quinn stared at the TV, staying quiet.


    After a bit, she suddenly said, "Hey, isn''t the Kennedy family''s vi going up for auction soon?"


    "Yeah, it''s the day after tomorrow. You interested?" Abigail shot her a look and scoffed, "Getty lived there for two years. It''s bad luck. Why would you want it?" "I lived there for years too," Quinn sighed.


    Abigail was caught off guard. "Oh, right. I''ll go with you, but you better have the cash ready. That ce ain''t cheap."


    Quinn knew it wasn''t cheap. Decades ago, it cost tens of millions to build. With intion, even at auction, it would be way more.


    Abigail didn''t know how much Quinn had, so she secretly asked Oliver to lend her some money.


    Oliver assured her that no one could outbid Quinn for that house.


    Oliver was right. On auction day, Abigail watched Quinn bid without flinching.


    From one hundred million to three hundred and fifty million, Quinn snagged the house for three hundred and fifty million.


    Abigail''s jaw hit the floor. "Where''d you get all that cash?"


    Quinn just smiled and didn''t say a word.


    After they left, Abigail suddenly said, "Quinn, since you''re loaded, can you lend me two hundred million?"


    Quinn thought she was joking and nodded. "Sure, when do you need it?"


    Hearing how casual she was, Abigail grabbed her hand, dead serious. "I''m not kidding."


    Quinn paused, surprised. "What do you need it for?"


    Abigail''s eyes darted around. She looked up at the sky. "I wanna start a business."


    Quinn eyed her suspiciously, feeling like she wasn''t getting the whole story.


    But since it was Abigail asking, she couldn''t say no. "Alright, send me your ount numberter."


    Abigail''s face lit up, and she hugged Quinn tight, almost in tears. "Thanks, Quinn. I knew you were a real friend. Don''t worry, I''ll pay you back."


    Quinn smiled and gently pushed her away. "Alright, let''s head back."


    "Head back for what? Did you forget about your prenatal checkup today?" Abigail reminded her.


    Quinn was momentarily stunned. She had totally forgotten, being so wrapped up in the auction.


    "Let''s go. I''ll take you. Seriously, how could you forget your own stuff? Good thing you have me," Abigail said proudly, nudging her into the car, and they headed to the hospital.


    After a bunch of tests, the doctor looked at her chart and nodded. "Not bad. You''ve passed the three-month danger period, and the baby is stable. But your situation is unique, so you still need to be extra careful." Before Quinn could speak, Abigail butted in, "Is it a boy or a girl?"RêAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only


    The doctor gave her an annoyed look.


    Ignoring Abigail, the doctor continued talking to Quinn, "One more thing, you might have a tough time during delivery. So try to eat more nutritious food, keep up with your supplements, and take walks to help with the birth." Quinn nodded to show she got it.


    The doctor then asked, "Where''s your husband? I haven''t seen him at any of these visits."