Chapter 4

I silently deleted all the messages, neither confronting him nor shouting.

Because I knew that if shouting could solve problems, the rulers of this world wouldn't be tigers—they'd be donkeys.

Our families' five-year project was successfully completed.

I specially chose Blueberry Manor, inviting all relatives, friends, and business partners to celebrate together.

That day, I specifically prepared a big gift for Andre. He even asked teasingly what I'd prepared.

Was it a set of lingerie, or had I learned some new tricks?

I just smiled and told him it would be something he'd never forget for the rest of his life.

The crystal chandelier at the partnership celebration banquet illuminated the entire venue filled with clinking glasses. Andre took my hand as we walked onto the stage.

As fireworks burst above our heads, they represented the successful partnership between our families.

I smiled and accepted the contract, securing the benefits that belonged to my family.

As applause thundered, I took the microphone, my gaze sweeping across the entire venue,

"Distinguished guests, dear friends and family, today marks not only the successful conclusion of our two families' partnership, but also the fifth anniversary of my marriage to Andre."

"Today, I have a grand gift to present to him, for everyone to witness Andre's five years of devotion to me."

As the applause died down, several bodyguards carried in two large boxes, decorated with beautiful silk butterfly bows on top.

I smiled lightly and pushed Andre toward the boxes, using my eyes to signal him to open them.

The entire venue instantly fell silent, everyone craning their necks, curiously watching these large boxes, wondering what precious gift I would give.

Andre affectionately pinched my cheek, then reached out to flip open the lock, lifting the lid with a snap.

Under his shocked gaze, a woman slowly stood up from inside the box. The moment she looked up and saw Andre in front of her, she burst into tears with a wail and threw herself into his arms,

"Honey, you scared me to death! Didn't you tell me to bring our son back to attend the celebration?"

"Right after getting off the plane, I was stuffed into a box. You're so mean, you can't scare people like this."

With that, she broke into a smile through her tears and wrapped her arms around Andre's neck.

The entire venue fell deathly silent for three seconds, then suddenly erupted into chaos,

"What's going on? Why is this woman calling Andre honey?"

"And she brought a son? Isn't Andre supposed to be infertile?"

Andre's face changed dramatically. He immediately spun around and threw open the other box. His son was inside, eyes tightly closed, sleeping soundly.

Andre's alarm intensified. He rushed over, scooped the child out, and shouted loudly.

But the little one just let his head droop on his shoulder, completely motionless.

Andre panicked. After patting him a few times, he turned his gaze toward me,

"Kingsley, what did you do to Osman?"

I walked forward with a cold laugh, my eyes sharp as I stared at him,

"Andre, why are you so nervous? Could this possibly be your son?"

"Oh right, I forgot—Andre was injured in a car accident and shouldn't be able to father such a cute child."

As I spoke, my manicured nail lightly traced across the child's cheek, leaving a red mark.

Andre froze. Without even a second's contemplation, he forced a smile onto his panicked face,

"Kingsley, don't misunderstand. This child... this child..."

In his haste, even someone as shrewd as Andre couldn't find a suitable explanation.

Suddenly, as if he'd thought of something, he immediately held the child out toward me,

"Kingsley, this is Marta's little nephew. Marta knew we couldn't have children, so to repay our kindness, she specially gave us her nephew to raise as our son."

As he spoke, his voice steadied, excited to have found such a good excuse.

"Kingsley, look how adorable this child is. Haven't you always wanted a child? Good people are rewarded—Marta is grateful for our sponsorship and really gave us a child."

Seeing the child in my hands, Marta couldn't help but panic. Just as she was about to rush over, Andre grabbed her arm and glared her back.

I methodically stroked the child's soft hair, my sharp nails scraping across his tender cheeks one stroke at a time, leaving white marks.

Watching Marta's eyes redden with anxiety, tears welling up, and appreciating Andre nervously swallowing, his Adam's apple bobbing continuously.

Suddenly I grabbed the child's neck, hissing a harsh rebuke,

"Marta, you've already miscarried one son. Do you want this son to die in my hands too?"

Marta cried out in alarm, a shrill scream echoing through the hall,

"Kingsley, that's Andre's son! You can't hurt him!"