Hearing the name "Stayton, " Carla glanced at the convoy and saw the Staytons' crest on the cars.
Are they here for me? She grew excited at that thought.
Could it be that Harry never betrayed me? Did he call off our engagement because he had no other choice back then? Now that he knows I'm back, he must be here to pick me up!
"Miss, is Mr. Stayton here to pick us up?"
A delighted Mrs. Borah was about to step forward when two bodyguards pushed them away rudely.
In the next moment, a graceful woman dressed in expensive clothing walked out, flanked by an entourage.
Carla's lips parted in surprise. Isn't this Lola?
Lola was clad in a designer suit. She looked more elegant than she was four years ago.
Her fingers were curled around a little hand belonging to a boy around the same age as Carla's triplets.
"Mrs. Stayton, Simon, this way please, " the bodyguards greeted them politely.
"I will never take the train again. It's filthy and full of commonalties, " declared Lola, covering her nose with her handkerchief in disdain.
"Yes, yes. If it weren't for the weather, Mr. Stayton wouldn't have let you and Simon suffer."
The bodyguards escorted Lola and the little boy into a car.
Both Lola and her son were so arrogant they didn't even glance around them. Thus, they failed to notice Carla in the crowd.
"What is going on?" Mrs. Borah recognized Lola and blurted out. "Isn't that your cousin? Is she married to Mr. Stayton now?"
"I think so."
As the Staytons' convoy drove away, Carla recalled Harry's promise in the past.
He said I'll be his only bride in this life.
But now, he's married to my cousin. They even have a son this big!
Tears prickled at Carla's eyes as her nose burned.
"Mommy, what's wrong?"
When the kids spotted Carla's red-rimmed eyes, all three of them surrounded her and voiced their concerns.
"I'm fine."
Wiping her eyes dry, Carla knelt down and pulled the three of them in for a hug.
"Mommy, don't be sad. When I grow up, I'll buy a big car for you. Then, you won't have to suffer anymore, " offered her eldest son, Randy. He thought she was upset because someone had bullied her.
"Mommy, who bullied you? Lemme beat them up!" Josh, the second boy, waved his fists adorably and puffed up his cheeks.
Venus, the youngest of the triplets, rubbed her cheek against Carla's and comforted her. "Mommy, don't cry!"
"Don't cry! Don't cry!"
Suddenly, a green head poked out of Venus's pocket. It belonged to a cheeky parrot that was glancing around curiously at this moment.
"No, I'm not crying." Carla inhaled sharply and put on a smile. "Come on, let's go home!"
"Yay, let's go!"
Carla gave them a kiss each before slinging the backpack over her shoulder again and heading out to hail a cab.
She used to be a wealthy heiress with an entourage wherever she went, but now, she had to queue up to hail a cab with Mrs. Borah and her kids, not to mention being heavily loaded with their baggage.
As all of them couldn't fit in one cab, Mrs. Borah had to take a separate cab by herself.
The sky was dark, signaling the arrival of a storm. Hoping to avoid it, the cab driver was speeding anxiously along the road when suddenly, he rammed into a Rolls-Rolice up ahead.
The cab driver's face turned pale instantly and got down from his cab to check the situation.
Carla sat in the passenger seat and looked out of the window, snapping her brows together.
It was a limited-edition Rolls-Rolice Phantom. There were only three units in C Nation and thirty-five worldwide. Even if it were a minor scratch, the cab driver would have to compensate a substantial amount of money, which might cause him to go bankrupt.
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