Leaving While Pregnant：He Goes Crazy！
Chapter 433 A Little Extra Compensation

After disembarking from the plane, Jacob was still bustling about, handling her luggage with care.

Eva only had to manage the two children. Likely because of the concern over her past kidnapping incident, she was now flanked by several towering bodyguards.

They provided a protective formation around her, ensuring a strong sense of security for her and the little ones. Anyone with the slightest thought of harming them wouldn't stand a chance. Jacob, wheeling the luggage, followed behind. As they approached the exit, he informed her, "Ms. Hansen, the Blackwoods are waiting nearby. You'll see them in just a moment." With his head's-up, Eva nodded in acknowledgment.

"Yeah."

She then leaned down and whispered to her two little ones, "Ruby, Dylan, did you hear that? We're about to meet Grandpa and Grandma. Do you remember what Mommy told you on the plane?" "We remember."

"Don't worry, Mommy, Ruby and her brother will be very polite," they promised her eagerly.

Escorted by their guardians, they quickly reached the exit.

At the airport's exit, Margaret pulled out her mirror and checked her reflection repeatedly, still not quite satisfied. She turned to inquire, "Dear, do you think my makeup is too much for meeting the children?"

Hearing her, Kim Blackwood cast a brief glance at her before replying, "Overdone? Kids love it like this."

Margaret was looking for a real opinion, yet his response made her feel like he was off the mark.

"What are you saying? What do you mean kids love this kind of makeup, as if you know what kids like." Kim Blackwood sighed in resignation.

"I might not know what kids like, but neither do you, so why worry?"

Kids have a different outlook on adults' beauty standards, probably can't tell if her makeup is glam or natural. They just know she's family, and that's enough.

What's she worried about?

There's really nothing to worry about.

With that thought, Margaret breathed a sigh of relief, her tension easing momentarily, but quickly her anxiety crept back. Pocketing her mirror, she turned to Kim Blackwood, "Can you believe Eva? That girl just blew my mind. Vanishes for five years, then turns up with two kids and not a word in between. It's unbelievable."

Kim Blackwood glanced at her. "What's on your mind?"

"What can I say? It's that no-good son of ours. He must've let Eva down, or why else would she be out there on her own with two little ones? My poor grandkids... All these years with no father, no grandparents. They must've felt so alone. When I see them, I swear, I'm going to shower them with all the love they've missed out on."

Tears welled in Margaret's eyes as she spoke.

Kim watched her theatrically dab at her tears, a teasing smile on his face, "Save the act for when you actually see them."

Margaret whirled around, affronted. "Act? This is genuine concern, you know. Don't you miss your grandkids? Doesn't your heart ache for them?"

Kim fell silent.

"I'm telling you, I'm going to settle things with that boy, and you better not get in my way this time."

"Have I ever stopped you? Ever since you joined the Blackwood family, haven't you always had the final say?"

Margaret pondered his point, pursed her lips, and dropped the subject.

Ever since Eva's divorce from Adrian Blackwood and her subsequent departure, Margaret had become less tolerant, especially since the passing of her mother-in-law.

Her leniency towards her son vanished. She had a hunch Eva's leaving had something to do with him. As a woman herself, she knew that if a married woman leaves, it's usually the man's fault.

Unless the woman has her own agenda, but Margaret had watched Eva grow up and knew her temperament all too well.

In Margaret's eyes, Eva would never do anything to harm the marriage, which left only one possibility: her son was at fault.

When her son made mistakes, Margaret knew she shared the blame; it was her failure to guide him properly.

After Eva left, for a long time, the mere thought of the incident would agitate Margaret. Frustrated, she would often find herself dialing Adrian Blackwood's number to give him a piece of her mind.

Back then, Adrian was in a foul state himself. Barely had Margaret started her rant when the line would go dead-her calls met with a click on the other end.

Call after call, hung up every time.

When Mrs. Blackwood learned of her son's frequent drinking, her heart ached for him. Yet, amidst her concern, she couldn't help but silently blame him.

"You deserve whatever mess you've made of yourself," she'd chastise internally. "Regrets are useless now."

"The bitterness is yours to bear," she'd think.

Outwardly stern, still, Margaret's heart went out to her son in private.

Years later, Margaret had gradually let go of her feelings about Eva. Resigned to the fact that Eva had vanished without a trace, not even showing up for Mr. Blackwood's funeral, it seemed clear she wanted nothing more to do with them. Having buried that hope, Margaret shifted her focus when she saw how steadfastly Vivian Morrison remained by Adrian's side. She suggested, perhaps her son could develop something with Vivian.

But her son was stubbornly loyal, unaffected by Vivian's proximity.

Moreover, recent events shifted Margaret's view of Vivian entirely.

She was appalled to discover this seemingly innocent girl had harbored such deep cunning from such a young age, silently stealing credit for years.

The Blackwood family had been misled about the identity of Adrian's lifesaver.

Furthermore, Vivian dared to use her fabricated 'debt of gratitude' as leverage to coerce Adrian into marriage.

Just the thought sent shivers down Margaret's spine.

Of course, the Blackwoods had encountered all manner of tricksters as they rose to prominence, but someone so young with such deep guile was a first for Margaret.

Reflecting on the fact that it was Eva, not Vivian, who they owed their lives to—and that she had since been raising two children by herself-Margaret felt an overwhelming pang of empathy. Her poor Eva, motherless since childhood, had endured so much hardship.

With these thoughts, Margaret quickly spoke up, "When I see them later, I'm not just going to treat my two darling grandchildren well, but I'm also going to make it up to Eva."

No sooner had the words left her lips than Margaret's eyes lit up. She waved her hand in a particular direction and strode eagerly towards the figure she had spotted. "Eva!"