Chapter 2

Lucas breathed a sigh of relief.

"Marrying such an understanding wife is the greatest fortune of my life."

He looked at me with tender affection, his gaze as deep and loving as always.

But I would no longer be moved by it as I once was.

At this moment, I couldn't help but feel curious.

Of all the love I had once been so proud of, how much was real and how much was fake?

When did he and that woman start?

As I pondered this, Rachel came in.

She had obviously heard our conversation. As soon as she entered, she spoke with red eyes.

"Winnie, I'm sorry. I'm old and useless. Instead of helping you, I'm causing you trouble when you need care the most."

Her voice choked, her eyes brimming with tears.

Looking at her, I felt a mix of emotions.

In all our years of marriage, Rachel and I had always gotten along well.

Every year on her birthday, I remembered better than Lucas, starting to prepare her gift a month in advance.

When she mentioned her hometown house was too old, I emptied my savings without a word to hire a construction team to renovate it into an elegant villa.

Last year when she accidentally broke her leg and was hospitalized, I went to the hospital every day to keep her company, helping her bathe, feeding her, and dealing with her bodily waste.

At that time, she held my hand, moved to tears.

"Winnie, you're the best daughter-in-law in the world."

"If my son ever does anything to wrong you, I'll be the first to deal with him."

I believed her.

I thought sincerity could be met with sincerity.

But I never expected that Rachel, who had promised to stand up for me, would actually go with her son to serve another woman through her postpartum recovery after I had just given birth.

How ridiculous.

I looked at her and forced a smile, saying softly.

"Don't say that. Your health comes first. I'll be fine here."

Hearing this, Rachel nodded with relief.

"Good, good child."

"Don't worry. Once I recover, I'll come back and take good care of you and the baby. I won't let you suffer any grievance."

I laughed lightly and said nothing.

Lucas booked tickets for tomorrow.

Early the next morning, he and Rachel came to my room with their luggage.

They kept reminding me to stay warm and not to touch cold water.

Perhaps because they weren't at ease, or perhaps to play their parts thoroughly.

They even took notes of many precautions and left them on my bedside table. Their endless instructions seemed reluctant to leave.

When Rachel left the room, she even wiped her eyes.

"Winnie, I really can't bear to leave you or the baby, but this illness won't wait. I have no choice."

Lucas put his arm around my shoulder, eyes red.

"I've already hired a postpartum nanny for you. As soon as Mom recovers, I'll come back. I promise I won't stay a day longer."

I nodded and watched them leave.

After they had gone far, I suddenly remembered something.