Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 486: Have Some Shame, Won’t You?

Although Franklin was her second brother, honestly speaking, Audrey felt she would be upset in such a situation too.

Audrey said, "He was indeed wrong in this matter. Sister-in-law, calm down a bit. When he comes back, I’ll have a good talk with him. Actually, he’s not a bad person. He likes you in his heart. You see, when you have conflicts, he comes home today absent-minded. If he doesn’t make up with you, he probably won’t at ease. Things like this are hard for you to talk about; I’ll do it."

Laura Yates said with a bit of frustration, "Too lazy to talk about him. I don’t want to bother anymore. He can humor whoever he wants."

Audrey teased, "He just doesn’t know how to humor people, which is why you’re so unhappy. By the way, who exactly is that girl? Did he tell you? I don’t think he’s the type to flirt around."

Laura responded, "He explained to me that the girl’s parents were victims in a case he was involved with recently. The girl seems to be only seventeen or eighteen. I know he’s just being kind-hearted, sympathetic to the girl. From the chat record, he just cares for the girl like a big brother. Besides, he’s not good with words. Sometimes when I read his replies to the girl, I think he’s brainless."

Audrey laughed, "It’s said that straight men are the nemesis of manipulative women, right?"

Laura said, "The girl texted him past two in the morning, saying she wasn’t feeling well, clearly wanting him to keep her company. Guess what your second brother replied?"

Audrey said, "Drink more hot water?"

Laura laughed, almost out of anger, "Your second brother replied the next day, sleeping like a log at night. How could he see the message at two in the morning?"

Audrey asked, "Then what did he reply?"

Laura said, "He asked if it was serious. If not, she should buy cold medicine downstairs. If serious, go to the hospital. A slightly emotional man would say something like, ’I’ll bring you the medicine,’ right?"

Audrey asked, "Did he reply like that when you were sick?"

Laura replied, "I would’ve broken up with him long ago if he did. When I’m sick, he manages to take care of me, but he won’t realize you’re sick until you clearly tell him you’re unwell."

Audrey smiled, "That shows my second brother isn’t completely emotionless. He’s considerate to you and only gives verbal concern to others."

Laura said, "I know this too. I believe he has no feelings for that girl, treats her like a little sister. But if he has nothing to hide, why lie to me? He should just tell me honestly. Even if he lies, don’t let me see through it instantly. I really think he’s simple-minded."

Audrey laughingly comforted Laura, "Maybe second brother feared you’d be angry if you knew, so he dared not tell you. That shows he cares about you. But he should work on his misguided kindness. Her parents passed away, and the state and government will help her. No need for my brother’s sympathy. Besides, the girl is not well-intentioned; can’t just sympathize blindly. It needs to end."

Laura said, "He promised me not to contact that girl again, but the real anger isn’t over this. Mainly, it’s his lying, time and again, never learning. I could give you examples for three days and nights."

Seeing Shane Warner walk over from the restaurant, Audrey and Laura ended their conversation.

Shane walked straight to Audrey’s side, lowered his head, and asked, "Have you had enough? You used to be the last to leave the table."

Audrey didn’t hold back in front of Shane and said honestly, "Actually, I haven’t had much appetite for greasy food lately. Later, on the way back, can you take me to buy sour plum soup?"

Shane nodded and chuckled softly, "Is it really a boy you’re expecting?"

Audrey said, "We won’t know until it’s born. Boy or girl, you should spoil them all the same, right?"

Shane smiled, sat beside her, and reached for her belly, but before he could touch it, Audrey slapped his hand away, giving him a look and whispered, "Have some decency, will you?"

Shane said, "How is touching my own son indecent? Is he behaving well inside?"

Audrey replied, "What are you thinking? It’s only been a little over a month, nothing’s formed yet. I don’t feel anything."

Shane embraced Audrey, again reaching for her belly, laying his hand gently there, sternly saying, "Little guy in there, you had better behave. If you dare to trouble your mom, I’ll deal with you when you’re out."

Audrey glared at him, laughing, "Why are you scaring the child? Is this how you be a dad?"

Laura, sitting next, chuckled and interjected, "Shane’s just worried about you. Afraid some husbands ignore their wives after having kids. You see, outside delivery rooms, many men hold the baby and forget their wives are still inside."

Audrey heard this and asked Shane, "When our baby is born, you better not mistreat me. I’ve worked hard for you to have this baby; don’t start ignoring me while holding the child."

Shane patted her head, "Look, the baby isn’t even born, and you’re already competing for attention. Is this how you be a mom?"

Phoebe King walked over while wiping her mouth with a napkin, picked a strawberry from the fruit plate on the coffee table, popped it in her mouth, and said while eating, "I see you two arguing now, but when the baby’s born, you’ll both treat it like a little ancestor."

Hazel Yates couldn’t help but interject, "Isn’t there a saying, firstborns are raised carefully, secondborns raised like pigs? When I was pregnant with my first, your dad was online reading parenting guides daily, more attentive than me, the mom. Later, he timed feeding intervals precisely, everything meticulous. But for the later ones, things totally changed. Crying from hunger at midnight, he wouldn’t even get up to make formula."

The fourth born hooked his arm around the third and fifth brothers’ shoulders, "Well, we just didn’t have this luck."

Laura, sitting next to Audrey, softly joked, "No wonder your second brother is a bit slow-witted."

As the housemaid finished cleaning the dining table, Franklin returned home.

Hazel Yates stood up, said to Franklin, who was changing shoes at the door, "Handled everything? There’s food saved for you in the kitchen. Mom will heat it up now."

Laura stood up, "Aunt, please rest; I’ll handle it for him."

Hazel Yates said, "Thank you, Laura."

Laura shook her head with a smile, "No problem."

Hazel Yates faced Franklin at the door, "You were fortunate in your past life to meet such a good girl like Laura. You must treasure her."