Chapter 3

"Frederick, you really have your wife taking care of your mistress. Impressive."

"Back then, Grandpa Frederick's small favor got you eight years of Hannah's devoted care. What a bargain."

"But she doesn't know her parents' death wasn't an accident, does she? It was deliberate, connected to one of your family's shady companies. After Grandpa Frederick quickly dealt with the company, he discovered Hannah's talent and extended help. All these years, she's proven her worth. Grandpa Frederick was truly a businessman—so shrewd."

I froze in the hospital room, quickly covering my mouth to prevent any sound from escaping.

Tears kept flowing.

The conversation outside the room continued. Frederick said casually:

"So what if she knows? An orphan girl—being Mrs. Frederick for three years is already more than she deserves."

"What, Frederick, sounds like you're planning to divorce her?"

"Then I... hehe, honestly, your wife's figure—curves in all the right places, ass ripe as a peach—I've been eyeing her for a while. Can I have a taste?"

The air suddenly went silent. After a moment, Frederick replied indifferently:

"Whatever."

My clenched fists loosened. I slumped into the chair and closed my eyes.

Soon, the hospital room door opened. Frederick and his friends came in.

"How are you taking care of Vivian? Sleeping with your eyes closed!" Frederick came in and scolded me first.

Then he anxiously checked on Vivian, and seeing everything was fine, breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to say something more to me, I didn't want to face him anymore and turned to leave.

At that moment, his friends stepped forward and surrounded me.

One of them looked at me with sticky eyes, constantly moving closer.

With nowhere to retreat, I called out to Frederick:

"Make them leave."

Frederick was noncommittal, raising his eyebrows and saying:

"Weren't you the one who wanted to leave? I didn't stop you. I won't stop my friends either."

"Besides, my friends like you—that's why they're keeping you here."

Hearing his shameless words, I gritted my teeth and tried to rush out.

But three or four men had me completely surrounded. I had nowhere to retreat.

Just as I was about to scream for help, Vivian woke up.

Frederick immediately told his friends to stop.

"Don't disturb Vivian's rest. If you want to fool around, go elsewhere."

I took advantage of the men's moment of confusion, broke through the encirclement, and left.

When I got home and opened the door, I found the lifelike robot had moved to the living room.

I remembered clearly putting it in the basement.

Just as I was puzzled, the robot extended its hand.

"I came to get you."

Touching the warmth of its palm, I knew—Xavier had come.

"I saw them bullying you through the robot. I couldn't stand it, so I flew here."

"I'll take you away."

I nodded silently, then said:

"Wait three more days. I want to give Frederick a big gift before I leave!"

Xavier indulged me. That day, he first took me to his local property to settle in.

Then, after listening to the truth about my parents, he was equally furious.

"So that's what happened."

"Don't worry, Hannah. I'll help collect evidence too."

"And..."

He looked at me with heartache: "When your family had that accident, I was abroad and didn't know, otherwise..."

"These years, you've suffered."

I smiled and shook my head: "It's fine. I believe good and evil will always be repaid."

The next day, to make me happy, Xavier took me shopping through all the major jewelry and clothing stores.

We accidentally ran into Frederick's friends.

They all contacted Frederick.

"Frederick, isn't this your wife? How is she with a man?"

Frederick waved his hand casually: "What man? That's the lifelike robot I bought for her."

"Hannah will never have another man besides me in this life."

He was drunk, face flushed, tongue thick as he shouted.

A second-generation rich kid next to him suddenly looked at the screen and exclaimed:

"Is that him?!"

"The mysterious Xander family's grandson they found ten years ago, the current head of the Xander family."

"He's always been abroad. Why did he come back?"

Frederick's heart trembled. He looked carefully.

After a long moment, he said dismissively: "It's not him. It really is a robot I bought."

"They just have somewhat similar facial features."

"If you don't believe me, I'll call Hannah and ask."

The moment he dialed, he paused. It was already 2 AM.

At this time, Hannah would be asleep, and she had neurasthenia—she was most afraid of being suddenly awakened.

But...

Frederick sneered.

No matter what time, as long as it was a call from him, she would answer instantly. This was a habit she'd developed over the years.

Thinking this, Frederick confidently dialed.

But the next second, a cold response came from the phone:

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service."