Because our voices were quite loud, a lot of people had gathered at the dormitory door.

Each one was waiting to watch the show.

Thea immediately put the bag back into my wardrobe and whispered to Flora, "Flora, let's just put them back. If this gets big, I'm not sure Janet can protect us."

Flora reluctantly put the bag back and then began asking Janet for money. "Janet, you're about to marry into a wealthy family and become rich by your son. Just pay back our money. We really can't afford it."

Janet stiffened her neck. "I already told you to use these bags to pay off the debt. What are you afraid of?"

Flora sighed and continued, "Janet, you haven't given birth to the eldest son yet. If you turn against Mr. Jones now, what if he doesn't like you anymore?"

I didn't know which sentence got through to Janet, but she reluctantly returned my bags and sneered at the onlookers, "Don't think I don't know you look down on me for being pregnant before marriage. But once you know who the father of my child is, you'll see how great my life is. I just need to endure for six more months to rise up."

To be honest, I was also very curious to know who her Mr. Jones was.

I couldn't help but wonder what she would think if she really met Mr. Jones.

However, Thea and Flora only cared about their money and kept pressing Janet for it.

"Janet, you said you'd treat us to a meal. That's why we ordered. Now you can't say we should split the bill. I really can't afford it."

"You ordered those dishes. How would we know about such high-end stuff?"

.....

Janet was so annoyed that she couldn't sleep and had to go to the bathroom to make a phone call.

When she returned, Janet looked much better and had returned the money to the two of them, regaining her confident demeanor.

It was soon the weekend. I had planned to go back and tell my mom that someone was using my dad's name to deceive college students, and it happened to be my classmate.

As I walked towards my car and touched the door, Janet, Flora, and Thea rushed out, pushed me aside, and got into the car.

Crazy.

I coldly said, "Get out of the car. I don't have time to play house with you."

Janet sat in the passenger seat, smiled ambiguously at the driver, Carl, and said, "Baby, your daughter already knows about us. We don't have to hide anymore. I'm not feeling well. Take me to the hospital. Our son misses you."

I was startled. This... Mr. Jones?

This actually made sense. Carl's surname was Jones. His wife, Aunt Helen, was my family's nanny. I didn't like Carl much, thought he was slick, but Aunt Helen had taken care of me since I was a child. That's why we gave him this job. Fortunately, there had never been any mishaps at work.

I thought carefully.

There were indeed a few times I met Janet when getting out of Carl's car. Could that be it? Did she misunderstand?

The show was on. I certainly wouldn't expose it now. I tilted my head and looked at Carl. "Are you sure you want to take her to the hospital and not take me home?"

Carl looked at me, then at Janet, and finally his eyes rested on Janet's belly. He gritted his teeth and said, "Bella... you... you go home by yourself. I... I have something to do."

Bella?

Those two words made me realize that Carl was deliberately pretending to be my dad.

Janet's expression was wonderful, as if she saw through my lie. Flora and Thea, sitting in the back, were shocked by the car's decorations, discussing how much it must cost.

Carl didn't explain further and drove away from me.

I tried calling him, at least to get my car back, but Carl not only refused to answer but also blocked me.

Forget it, I wouldn't go back this weekend.

I found a nearby hotel and booked a suite.

It wasn't until the evening that Carl called to explain.

His voice was low and muffled, as if in a confined space, "Miss, today's incident was my fault. Please don't tell Mr. Jones."

I coldly laughed, "Miss? Not Bella?"

Carl stammered, trying to explain, "Janet and I are truly in love. She's a rich lady. I was foolish to pretend to be your father. I'm sincerely apologizing. But after all these years, I have worked hard for the Jones family. Now that I have a son, please give me a chance."

So, both were impostors. One pretended to be Mr. Jones, and the other a rich lady. No wonder they were a perfect match.

I could reveal Janet's identity right now, but if I did, Carl would not let me or Aunt Helen off.

I sneered and instead offered him advice.

"A rich lady this easy to fool is rare. I suggest you quickly divorce your wife and marry Janet. Otherwise, your child will be illegitimate."

Carl was stunned, surprised at my kindness. He was about to thank me when I continued, "But, I must tell you that you're fired. Return the car and house keys to the butler quickly. Otherwise, it won't look good if the police get involved. You don't want Janet to know you're just a driver, right?"

Carl cursed me angrily, calling me ungrateful and disrespectful. I couldn't be bothered to listen and hung up.