The wife died during childbirth, and it turned out to be part of her husband's sinister plot.Chapter 3

Jack didn't expect me to say that. He clenched his fists, his face changing slightly.

It took him a while to calm down.

Then he started his pitiful routine again.

But I didn't care now and called the driver to pick me up.

In the car, the driver took it upon himself to offer Jack a ride home.

"Jack, why don't you get in, and I'll give you a ride?"

I interrupted impatiently: "Emma, remember whose driver you are?"

Emma apologized: "Sorry, young lady, I just felt bad for him having such a hard time alone."

I sneered: "If you feel bad, you can play his dad, not use my family's resources to show charity."

I didn't avoid saying this in front of Jack, knowing he heard it all.

As the car started, I saw Jack glaring at me with resentment in the rearview mirror.

Thinking of the conversation he had with others in the visions.

He said he had enough of me.

Judging by the current look, he must have approached me with ulterior motives from the start.

Hah.

You can really act, Jack.

After spending so much time together, I didn't even notice.

Thinking back on how I gave up luxury car rides to walk home with him every day to care for his sensitive nerves.

I wanted to slap myself.

Misery seems to find those who can endure it, and that was probably me.

Otherwise, would I have died on the operating table for a fourth child?