Chapter 4

I was startled.

Who was on the other side of the phone? How could they know me so well, even matching my tone perfectly?

Asher didn’t suspect anything, he sighed and called me.

But one by one, the calls were hung up.

Then another message came back: “Leave, after the baby is born, we’ll get a divorce.”

Asher’s face grew darker.

He pocketed his phone and walked out of the bathroom.

Cora came over, concerned, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Why do you look so pale?”

Asher shook his head, “If everything's okay here, I’ll head home.”

I was surprised; usually, when we fought, he’d just leave me to cool down, but now he wanted to go home.

Cora didn’t say anything, and then there came an exclamation from the kitchen.

She quickly ran over.

Sunny’s hand was scalded, “Mom, I wanted to make something for you and Daddy Asher.”

Asher also saw it, his expression serious, his tone a bit scolding.

“Kids shouldn’t touch dangerous things, what if you get hurt?”

Sunny shrank back, cautiously apologizing, “I know I was wrong.”

Cora blew on Sunny’s hand and looked up at Asher.

“It’s my fault, I didn’t give Sunny a good life. When we were abroad, she cooked like this too.”

“Daddy Asher, I make yummy things, try some.”

Sunny brought over the noodles; she was good at reading the room.

After eating, she clung to Asher.

Cora pretended to be serious, “Sunny, don’t cling to Daddy Asher, let him go home, we’ve troubled him enough.”

Sunny pouted, her face full of grievance, “But I just got a dad.”

Sunny cried loudly, clutching Asher tightly.

Asher hugged Sunny, “Daddy Asher won’t leave, Daddy Asher will stay with you.”

I let out a cold laugh.

I wasn’t surprised he’d stay.

Every time there was a choice between me and Cora, Asher would choose Cora.