Chapter 2

Ethan never came until the day I was discharged.

He only sent his assistant midway to deliver some care products.

When he came, he was also carrying a bunch of luxury shopping bags filled with women's clothes and dresses.

"Did you come to deliver these to me on your way?"

The assistant hesitated, but still nodded.

"Then please continue on your way and throw them in the trash."

He threw away the things, and also relayed my words verbatim.

My phone immediately lit up with a bunch of chat records between him and Sophie.

The records were all transfer receipts, indicating he was just shopping for her.

But he forgot that Sophie was the girl who had stayed with him through his early poverty-stricken entrepreneurial days.

He also forgot that the phone number he had deleted in front of me years ago rang promptly on the day I gave birth.

How hard they must have worked to put on act after act for me.

Carrying bags big and small back home, a woman threw herself into my arms.

"Ethan, you're five minutes late from work today, I missed you so much."

Seeing the girl's face instantly turn red, her whole body awkward in front of me.

I smiled and ignored her, but she didn't even dare enter the door anymore.

The pouring rain outside drenched her, until the returning man hurriedly shielded her in his arms.

Those broad shoulders were full of a sense of security.

From the upstairs window, I traced the man's silhouette, once having been moved by it too.

Soon after, the door was flung open violently.

I lowered my head to fiddle with the baby's fingers, not even raising my head:

"Are you here to question me? There are cameras in the house, I don't want to waste energy explaining."

A light chuckle came from above, as Ethan produced a cake from behind his back.

"I know you're not that heartless."

"Honey, did you forget today is your birthday?"

I finally looked up, surprised at the cake in front of me.

Complicated emotions welled up inside.

Until at the dining table, he suddenly spoke:

"Sophie has nowhere to go recently, she's staying at our house for a while."

I finally understood what drug was in the cake.

Seeing I didn't speak, he added:

"She's very attentive, she can also help you take care of the child, share some of the burden."

At that moment, I suddenly didn't want to ask anymore.

Didn't want to ask why he, worth millions, wouldn't buy her a new house.

Didn't want to ask why she needed to help when we already had three nannies.

"I see."

I put down my chopsticks and turned to go upstairs.

As he said, Sophie tried very hard to help me.

Every morning she would bring me a warm glass of milk.

But I didn't drink a single sip, and though Ethan said nothing on the surface, I could see the disappointment in his eyes.

This disappointed gaze filled every moment of life, after all, since Sophie moved in, he came home every day.

Sophie taught him how to mix formula and control water temperature.

He learned very seriously, his eyes full of joy when she approved.

I stepped forward to take it, but Ethan immediately snatched it back.

"Olivia, go rest. We've got this."

"You're a pampered lady, how would you know how to do these things? Sophie is different from you, she's helped her mom with chores since childhood, she's more efficient than you."

The servants all stared at me pointedly, seeming to worry I would get angry.

I forcefully suppressed the violent heaving in my chest, trying to keep my tone calm:

"Ethan, I am his mother."

He froze, then handed the bottle back to me.

I took it, but Sophie bumped into me, spilling the scalding milk onto the child.

The tiny arm instantly turned red, erupting in earth-shattering cries.

I hurriedly stepped forward with a cloth to wipe it, but was directly pushed away by him.

His voice filled with warning:

"Get out."

He carefully picked up the child, while Sophie took ointment to apply on the baby.

The happy family of three, while I was like a nanny who had made a mistake.

I ran out crying with red eyes, Ethan only glanced before lowering his head.

Afterwards, the nursery was either occupied by the two of them, or guarded by the nanny.

"Mr. Gu instructed to let Madam stay away."

I stepped back a few paces, smiling as I returned to my room.

Then smashed everything I could smash.