Chapter 2

To avoid Everett, I switched hospitals for the miscarriage procedure.

The tiny child, so pitiful, left only a photo.

I rested for only half a day before going to retrieve Purr.

With Addie's bra in hand, I was about to knock when I heard Addie's playful laughter from inside:

"Do you like eating me or the food I make?"

"Of course, it's you," came Everett's voice.

No wonder Everett's been coming home less and less lately.

With the busy and irregular life of a doctor, Everett often stayed overnight at the office.

I never doubted it.

Turns out he was keeping a mistress here.

I opened TikTok on my phone, logged into an alternate account, and sure enough, found an account named "Addie."

In it, the two of them and the cat were cuddled together, smiling sweetly.

Caption: "Let's be happy together forever."

How ridiculous. They're happy together; what am I?

Maybe Purr smelled my scent because the chubby cat suddenly jumped into my arms from somewhere.

I hugged it and kissed it hard.

The door opened behind me, and Everett's face briefly showed a mix of embarrassment and shock, quickly returning to a cold demeanor:

"What are you doing here?"

"Everett, shouldn't I be asking why you're here?"

"I'm seeing a patient. Is there a problem?"

"Then continue." I turned to leave with the cat in my arms.

"Everett, you promised to let the cat stay with me for three days. How could you break your promise?" Addie's coquettish voice came from behind.

A large hand suddenly reached out, snatching Purr from my arms.

My body was still weak, and I almost stumbled.

The cat returned to Addie's arms. She stood behind Everett, provocatively raising her eyebrows at me, then went inside.

Perhaps realizing he had gone too far, Everett pulled me to a corner and wrapped his arms around my waist:

"Cora, I'm sorry. Pets are an important part of treating patients. Addie's condition is unstable. I promise, in three days, I'll bring Purr home."

I knocked away his arms: "Treat however you want! Why tell me all this?"

With that, I threw the lace bra in Everett's face.

Everett's face turned pale, then he looked up at me:

"Cora, you've misunderstood. I don't know whose that is."