Chapter 3

I had already investigated his assets when he cheated before. I knew all his liquid and fixed assets like the back of my hand, and I’d secretly memorized all his passwords.

So, the first thing I did when I got home was open his phone, log into his stock account, and transfer thirty to forty million dollars in batches to his card.

Then, I took his card and flew all over the world, swiping it to buy limited-edition designer bags.

I happily bought dozens of bags, each worth hundreds of thousands.

I was swiping his card for the very last bag in Dubai when my mother-in-law, Mrs. Hayes, called.

Liam usually had a distant relationship with her and was always busy, so she hadn't suspected anything when she couldn't reach him, only finding out about his accident two weeks later.

Mrs. Hayes arrived at the perfect time.

The liquid assets were handled; now it was time for the properties.

Thinking this, I quickly flew back home, removed my makeup, and waited for her to arrive.

Sure enough, she cried endlessly on my shoulder, tears and snot streaming down her face.

To be honest, Liam was a decent person, but he inherited many terrible genes from his parents.

Like selfishness, like infidelity. I always thought it was genetic.

His mother, who was once a victim herself, an independent woman who decisively divorced her cheating husband, when it came to her son, she’d spout nonsense like, ‘Men need multiple wives to spread their lineage,’ and ‘His cheating just proves how charming my son is.’

She even instructed her son to hit me if I didn’t comply.

I suppressed my disgust and handed Mrs. Hayes a tissue: “I didn’t tell you before because I didn’t want you to worry. I’ve already found Liam the best rehab center; he’ll definitely get better.”

Mrs. Hayes immediately stopped crying: “Where’s my son? Where is my son?”

I quickly forced a smile and said, “Didn’t I tell you he’s at the rehab center? Why don’t you go home for now, and I’ll take you to see him when I have a chance.”

“No! I want to see my son today! My son!” she cried, grabbing at me and beating her chest.

I rolled my eyes in exasperation and took her to see Liam.

Walking into the triple room, Mrs. Hayes's anger was practically overflowing.

She started hitting me: “This is what you call the best rehab center? The conditions are terrible, and it’s a shared room! Quickly, spend money and get him a better place.”

I pretended to be wronged, speaking softly: “I don’t even know anything about his money; he probably gave it all to his mistress. The hundreds of thousands for this rescue were borrowed from everywhere.”

“Besides, his accident happened because he was playing in the mountains with his mistress and lost his footing.”

Mrs. Hayes’s eyes widened, her face changing color several times.

“That’s because you’re too difficult! If you hadn’t neglected him, would he have run off to the mountains? It’s all your fault! Give me back my son!”

“I want the best, most expensive room! I don’t care; you need to change my son’s room right now!”

I rolled my eyes, speechless. The nurse heard the commotion and came in to check.

“What’s all the shouting about? If you want to shout, take it outside!”

Mrs. Hayes grabbed the nurse’s hand.

“When will my son get better? Please, help him. Get him the best room, and get the money from this woman!”

The nurse looked at me, bewildered.

I shook my head and pointed to my temple, and she instantly understood, pushing Mrs. Hayes away and leaving the room.

“Mrs. Hayes, the doctor said the best care comes from family. How about you take Liam home and look after him yourself?”

Mrs. Hayes froze for a moment, then immediately put her hands on her hips and pouted at me.

“You want me to take care of him at my age?! Do you have any conscience?!”

“Since the doctor said he needs family care, you should take Liam home immediately. Don’t think about being lazy and just leaving him here. You’re his wife; you *must* take care of him.”

“Fine!”

Mrs. Hayes didn’t expect me to agree so quickly and looked somewhat incredulous.

In front of her, I called the property manager of our upscale apartment complex, asking them to send a car and staff to bring Liam home.

Mrs. Hayes thought I was up to some trick and watched me the entire time.

But she didn’t realize I was acting gentle and meticulous throughout. The property manager saw everything and was deeply moved by me.

“I never knew you and Mr. Hayes had such deep feelings. To still be willing to care for him after he’s paralyzed, I truly admire you.”

I lowered my head and smiled gently: “We’re husband and wife; we always vowed to go through thick and thin together. Now that he’s in trouble, I have to support him.”

The young property manager looked at me with even more reverence after hearing my words.

Mrs. Hayes, seeing that I had genuinely brought Liam home, put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes at me.

“Take good care of my son. If even a single strand of his hair falls out, I’ll call the police and accuse you of murder.”

I ignored her warning, instead tucking my husband’s blanket in. “Mrs. Hayes, I need to care for Liam. Could you help with dinner?”

Hearing this, Mrs. Hayes grabbed her bag and scurried away without a backward glance, clearly afraid of doing any work.

I looked at Liam, eyes closed, and couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. *That’s your mother. Your selfish mother.*

But thanks to her selfishness, everything fell into place for me.