Chapter 4

It was the only way he could think of to earn money without the Blackwoods' control.

But the city wasn't that big.

News of Caleb joining underground fights quickly spread.

The next day, while Caleb was out,

The Blackwood family showed up.

Mrs. Blackwood walked in and slapped me so hard I saw stars, collapsing to the floor, unable to stand.

She looked down at me.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to tell you to leave Caleb. Today, I'm simply here to teach you a lesson. My son, when has he ever suffered like that because of you?"

Was any of Caleb's suffering caused by me?

Did all my sacrifices for our love mean nothing?

But in the end, I just looked at Mrs. Blackwood, saying nothing.

Mrs. Blackwood sneered, "What, is this pitiful act what made my foolish son lose his bearings?"

Mrs. Blackwood took a handkerchief someone handed her, wiped her hands, and then forcefully threw it in my face.

She seemed to enjoy seeing me in distress, actually laughing.

"Just you wait, his mind will clear up soon enough. And you? You'll be stuck in this misery forever, with no hope of escape."

But Mrs. Blackwood never got to see that scenario.

Because I was pregnant.

The Blackwood family arrived en masse that very night.

This time, they were smarter. They didn't mention the Blackwood family's vast fortune.

Instead, they aimed their accusations at me.

"Caleb, look closely. Do you want your child to grow up in this environment?"

"What's wrong with this place? Don't be so arrogant. I can take care of my family perfectly fine without you."

Caleb's tone was sharp.

It was the impatience of someone whose sore spot had been hit.

But he had indeed earned some money recently.

However, that came with daily returns, covered in injuries.

We were squeezed into that tiny room, constantly bumping into each other.

I always saw him wince, then force a smile for me.

"Take care of your family? Ha." Mr. Blackwood stood outside, glancing inside with disgust. I knew he was looking at me.