Chapter 2

Frederick quickly stood up and carefully helped her inside, constantly instructing:

"You should have called me. I would have picked you up."

"The baby didn't give you trouble on the way, did it?"

I watched Vivian, who wasn't showing much yet, proudly thrusting out her waist and abdomen. I turned to go back to my room.

But Vivian spoke with a wronged expression:

"Hannah, do you not welcome me?"

"Then I'll just leave."

Before I could say anything, Frederick grabbed my arm forcefully and shouted:

"You did that on purpose?! Making Vivian sad."

"Go make soup. Vivian likes the eight-treasure soup you make."

I stood there without moving. Frederick's face darkened, and he dragged me directly toward the kitchen.

"You can come out when it's done."

"Click"—the door locked.

Through the transparent glass, I saw Vivian's provocative smile and a flash of light in the robot's eyes.

I stood there indifferently for a moment, then started moving.

Not just making soup—I fried, sautéed, and stir-fried, preparing a whole table of dishes.

Consider it tonight's farewell dinner.

An hour later, when I finished cooking, sweat covering my forehead, Frederick mercifully opened the kitchen door and said:

"Wouldn't it have been better if you'd done this earlier?"

Seeing the abundant dishes on the table, satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he said to me condescendingly:

"Alright, bring them out. You can eat at the table with us tonight."

I shook my head, but he grabbed me and forced me into a chair.

"Why are you being difficult?!"

"This is the only time you'll eat at the table. From now on, you need to be self-aware of your position as a housekeeper."

Vivian saw me sit down and said sourly:

"Hannah, you really care about Frederick. Everything on this table is what he loves to eat."

I paused, quietly picked up food with my chopsticks, and replied, "It's a habit."

A habit of being good to him, taking care of him, so I reflexively made these dishes while cooking.

A trace of emotion flashed in Frederick's eyes. Just as he was about to say something—

Vivian suddenly clutched her stomach and cried out:

"Ah! My stomach hurts."

"Hannah, did you put something in the food?"

She started crying: "If you have any complaints, take them out on me. Why harm my child?!"

I shook my head repeatedly in denial.

"No, I didn't."

Before I could finish, Frederick angrily slapped me hard across the face.

"Bitch! I knew you were up to no good!"

"Come to the hospital with us. If anything happens to Vivian, I'll make you pay with your life."

I helplessly followed them. At the hospital, after examination, there were no drug residues found.

But Vivian kept crying that her stomach hurt.

Finally, the doctor diagnosed that she'd had fetal movement and needed rest.

Frederick demanded I stay to take care of her: "You made Vivian unhappy in the first place, so you're responsible."

"Besides, you're going to stay as a housekeeper to take care of Vivian and the child anyway. Consider this early practice."

Seeing his self-righteous manner, I laughed in anger and told him directly:

"Frederick, our marriage contract has expired. We have no relationship now. I'm leaving, and you have no right to restrict my freedom."

He was stunned by my cold tone. After a moment, he recovered and sneered:

"What expired contract? Are you playing hard to get with me? I'm not falling for that."

"Hannah, serve obediently, and I'll keep you at the Frederick house."

He restrained me in front of Vivian's hospital bed, instructed me to take good care of her, then kept watching me.

I couldn't find a chance to leave.

Until a group of Frederick's friends arrived.