Chapter 3

"You're not well. Let me take you back to your room," she said.

My voice was indifferent as I looked at her and Adam. "Why don't you go check if you're pregnant first?"

Lily was taken aback.

I rarely acted so cold.

Three months ago, I had risked my life to save her from the fire.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that she had become bold enough to bring her lover to my bedside for the thrill of it.

"What's wrong with you? Is it because I haven't visited you for the past two weeks?" she asked.

"I explained to you, I wasn't feeling well, that's why I couldn't come see you."

Her expression was irritated, her tone noticeably colder.

I looked at her with utter indifference. "You two are a perfect pair, and you're blaming me for making a fuss?"

I don't know which words hit a nerve, but Lily's face darkened completely.

"Jack Wilson, that's enough! He's your own brother. How can you be so suspicious of us?"

"From the moment you saw me, every word you've said has been full of thorns. I think you're the one who wants to replace me!"

What a case of the pot calling the kettle black.

My nails dug into my palms as I struggled to stay calm.

At this moment, the situation was so absurd that even I found it laughable.

My brother had become my wife's lover.

And yet, I was the one being accused of cheating.

It was a complete reversal of roles.

Adam raised his eyebrows, his gaze mocking, but his words were full of fake sincerity. "Bro, you've got it all wrong. How could I ever do anything to betray you?"

Suppressing the rising nausea, I stared at him with a smile. "If you're not an ungrateful white-eyed wolf, then that's for the best."

My brother's face changed, and he angrily stepped forward, but Lily held him back.

She looked at me with irritation. "I'll take you back to your room."

She turned back to look at my brother, her tone gentle. "Wait for me here, I'll be back soon."

I shook off Lily's hand. "How long are you two going to flirt in front of me?"

"Haha, don't bother. I won't interrupt your intimate moment."

They both froze.

Lily looked at me in disbelief. "Jack Wilson, have you gone mad?"

Her voice trembled slightly.

I looked at her. "I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you."

"Two weeks ago, when you two were having your passionate encounter in the hospital room."

"Actually, I woke up that night."

Lily's eyes were now filled with panic.

"Honey, you've misunderstood," she said.

I smiled at her. "It's a shame your name isn't in the textbooks at the Academy of Dramatic Arts."

"After I fell into a coma, you kept talking about wanting to conceive my child."

"I see you've succeeded in conceiving, but it's not mine, is it?"

Lily staggered back two steps.

The color visibly drained from her face.

"Honey, I'm feeling dizzy..." She reached out, wanting me to support her.

I stepped back in disgust, throwing my discharge papers in her face.

"Forgot to tell you, I'm being discharged today. I've recovered."

I pointed at her belly and laughed. "Now, aren't you wondering what to do with that bastard child in your womb?"

Lily's eyes trembled, and she suddenly looked up.