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Chapter 6

The first two days of my recovery.

Lawrence was especially considerate and stayed with me.

By the third day, he rarely appeared in the ward, citing work at the company as the reason.

Missy was supposed to take care of me, but she vented her sarcasm on me, "Bitch, you're so pretentious. We all had children before, who is like you, not earning money, and spending it all in the hospital. Our Phillips family is really unlucky to have Lawrence marry a money-losing woman like you."

The three meals Missy gave me were the most nutritionally useless plain rice porridge.

Otherwise, Missy would disappear, not knowing which ward she went to badmouth me.

It was the nurses who pitied me and, at my request, brought me the hospital's patient meals, so my health didn't deteriorate further.

Occasionally, when Lawrence appeared, Missy wouldn't give me a good look.

Lawrence always looked at me apologetically, "Mom raised me with difficulty. This is just her personality. I know you are kind-hearted and won't hold it against her."

Lawrence always seemed to be on my side but always made me compromise and endure.

For the sake of the child, I endured.

I had proactively asked to see the child a few times, but Lawrence always refused, saying the child was premature and still in the incubator, temporarily unable to be seen.

I could only secretly ask the nurses about the child. Every time they looked at me, their eyes were filled with sympathy.

The bad premonition in my heart grew stronger.

Just when I was about to find my child, I received another video.

I just clicked on the video.

What caught my eye was the bright red dress on the woman.

I widened my eyes in disbelief because the red nightgown she was wearing was exactly the same as the one I had at home.

The same length, the same size, the same conservative yet sexy lace trim.

The only difference was probably that her chest was fuller when she wore it.

Her chest was tightly pressed against Lawrence's bare chest in the video, rubbing seductively, "Darling, does this nightgown look better on Melinda or on me?"

Then Lawrence's familiar voice sounded, "Baby, of course, it looks better on you. Look how sexy you are in it, making me unable to resist."

As Lawrence spoke, he excitedly thrust against the woman, breathing ambiguously, "After all, you personally chose it for Melinda according to your size."

The man speaking was Lawrence.

When I heard him say that the gift he gave me for our first wedding anniversary was personally chosen by his mistress.

Ugh!

I only felt my stomach burning and churning.

I never knew Lawrence could be so disgusting.

I never thought he would treat me so badly.

This nightgown was not only a gift for our first anniversary but also a witness to our first time making love.

When my parents died in a car accident, he accompanied me through the toughest days.

He even knelt in front of my parents' graves and swore to take good care of me.

I was moved and married him not long after.

But I wanted to mourn my parents for a year, and he didn't blame me. Instead, he understood and supported me.

In the year after our marriage, he indeed fulfilled his promise, caring for me meticulously. So on our first anniversary, I was overjoyed and wanted to give myself completely to him.

At that time, he looked at me in that conservative yet sexy nightgown, his eyes burning like a wolf.

We made love, perfectly completing our wedding night.

It was then that I conceived the "fruit of our love."

Now it seems so ironic.

Lawrence had already cheated on me back then.

I only felt that the wound that was about to heal started to hurt again.

When Lawrence came to see me, he saw my pale face and was as gentle and caring as ever, "Melinda, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? It breaks my heart. I just hate being too busy to stay with you and help you feel better!"

Lawrence's words used to be so sweet, but now I find them so hypocritical.

He wanted to hold me in his arms, but he still had the foul "scent" of being with his mistress.

I endured the nausea and slightly moved away from his closeness.

I still caught the fleeting gloom in his eyes.

Then he returned to his gentle self, "What's wrong, Melinda? Is it because I've been busy these past two days and haven't had time to accompany you? I'm sorry, Melinda!"

I casually asked, "Do you remember the red nightgown you gave me for our anniversary? I think I only used it once and then put it in the closet?"

Lawrence's eyes flashed with guilt, staring at me in confusion, "Why are you suddenly asking about that nightgown?"

I actually wanted to expose him immediately, but I knew it wasn't the right time.

So I casually explained, "It's nothing, just that after going through life and death, I've been reminiscing about our time together these past few days. I suddenly thought of it and asked casually."

I clearly felt Lawrence breathe a sigh of relief.

I asked again, "What have you been busy with at the company these days?"

Lawrence, having just been caught off guard by my question about the nightgown, was already a bit flustered. When I asked again, he was obviously impatient, "You don't understand company matters. Just focus on recovering and don't worry about these things!"

My heart ached.

Sure enough, his kindness to me was all an act.

Fake is fake.

Then, could the matter about the child also be a lie?

My heart sank, and I couldn't help but ask excitedly, "Let me focus on recovering, fine, but let me see the child!"

"Melinda, don't make a fuss. Didn't I say the child isn't doing well and it's not convenient to see him now?" Lawrence said helplessly.

The more he hid it from me, the more uneasy I felt.

"Is it inconvenient to see, or are you hiding something about the child from me?" I asked sharply.

"See what? That unfortunate bastard. Melinda, you bitch, Lawrence is so busy, providing you with good food and drink, and when he comes to see you, you cause trouble. Do you want to die?"

Missy suddenly rushed in, raised her hand, and slapped me, knocking me off the bed.

The loud noise attracted onlookers.

I was in pain all over from the fall, and my face swelled up instantly, but I couldn't care about the pain. I grabbed Lawrence's leg and stood up, "Lawrence, what does Missy mean? What does she mean by an unfortunate bastard? That's your child too. Are you just going to let Missy insult the child like this?"

Lawrence hesitated, looking at me.

My heart sank, and I had a bad premonition.

"Bitch, you still have the nerve to ask. Everyone, look, Lawrence is handsome and healthy, and our Phillips family has always been clean with no hereditary diseases. Melinda, this bitch, gave birth to a child without hands or legs. If she didn't cheat, what else could it be?"

As Missy spoke, she kicked me to the ground again, then sat on me, punching and kicking me, "Melinda, you bitch, shameless slut, I'll beat you to death!"

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