My Crazy Childhood Friend’s Love Obsession

That night, I finally got the full story from Sasha.
It turned out that Yvonne discovered she was pregnant during a medical examination, and she initially wanted to have an abortion. However, Nash adamantly disagreed and insisted she keep the baby.
In my previous life, Yvonne had died due to an improperly performed abortion in an unlicensed clinic, so Nash was determined not to let that
happen again. Through persuasion and argument, Yvonne reluctantly agreed to keep the child. However, she was unsatisfied with Nash being kicked out of the house and demanded that he return to request financial support.
Nash refused, so she resorted to ordering luxury goods on his family’s account. When Mrs. Xander found out about this, she was so upset and heartbroken.
Yvonne even insisted that Mrs. Xander and Mr. Xander arrange a wedding for her, wanting to join the Xander family with the child openly. Naturally, Mr. Xander and Mrs. Xander stronglysed this marriage, resulting in a tense standoff between Nash and his paren

As the school year began, I packed my bags and headed to my dream university. Finally, I was completely free from Nash and Yvonne.

During my college years, my mom occasionally gossiped with me about Nash and Yvonne. He gave up going to college and declined Mr. Xander’s proposal for him to study abroad. Instead, he took on the responsibilities of a man, taking care of Yvonne and her
Neither of them had reached the legal age to get married, so they couldn’t obtain a marriage certificate. Nash and Yvonne moved to a different place and rented a modest home. Nash found a job teaching children how to paint at an art school. Although his hand
He struggled to make ends meet for their small family, but they led a simple and happy life. Mr. Xander and Mrs. Xander had
completely given up on their son, and they no longer paid attention to him. Mrs. Xander had informed all the luxury stores not to allow Yvonne to misuse the Xander family name.
It seemed that this time, without my intervention, Nash’s life was going well.
The school had gathered nearly all the top scorers in the country, and I was no longer the most outstanding student.
I worked even harder, participating in various internships and extracurricular activities to broaden my horizons and knowledge. I won numerous awards, including national scholarships and prizes from various competitions, and more...
Four years later, I chose to pursue further studies at the MIT Sloan School of Management. Here, I met at very talented young man.
Coincidentally, he and I were from the same city.
He graduated a year before me and said, “Wendy, no matter
what your plans are, I’ll be waiting for you in San Athens.” I looked into his gentle and sincere eyes and nodded with a smile.

A year after he left, my company, founded with my classmates, started to take off.
It was also time for me to return to San Athens. He asked me, “Wendy, what time is your flight?” I replied, “2:00 PM.” I knew he could easily find out my flight time, but he was just letting me know that he would be there to pick me up, no matter what time arrived.
As expected, when I got off the plane, I saw a tall and slender figure waiting at the exit gate, his long coat making him look even more upright. In his arms, he held a bouquet of champagne roses.
I suddenly remembered the language of champagne roses: Loving you is the greatest happiness of my life, missing you is my greatest pain, being with you is my pride, without you, I’m like a ship lost at sea.
This man...
I smiled, feeling a wave of happiness.
“Welcome home, Wendy,” he opened his arms and embraced me. “Miss Carter, can you accept my confession?” He lowered his head, looking into my eyes with seriousness.
I playfully blinked and said, “Hasn’t anyone told you that love usually starts with receiving a bouquet of flowers and a formal confession?”
He paused for a moment, and I stepped out of his embrace, laughing as I ran away. “Steve Ford, keep up with me.”
Steve carried my luggage and hurriedly caught up with me. As we got into the car, I quietly observed the changes in San Athens during the years I was away. I couldn’t help but sigh at the rapid development.
Upon returning home, my parents were waiting for me at the entrance of our residential complex. My mother had developed wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and my father had more white hair at his temples. My eyes welled up with tears as I rushed into their

My parents held me tightly, their eyes turning red.