Chapter 2

"Why isn't that jealous woman Lily wailing anymore?"

"Sir... could something have happened to Mrs. Frost? Last night, her screams were heart-wrenching, she sounded like she was in terrible pain..."

Alexander took a sip of porridge, snorting dismissively.

"No one knows Lily better than I do. She's just putting on an act! This time I must teach her a lesson so she won't dare to provoke Evelyn again!"

The butler glanced towards the attic, hesitating before speaking:

"But Mrs. Frost is carrying twins, and the doctor said she needed to be admitted to the hospital early..."

Alexander paused mid-sip, his expression softening slightly.

"Is that so?"

He stirred his porridge for a while, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes:

"Fine, tell Lily to come out and make me a bowl of porridge, then get over here and apologize to Evelyn! Today is her due date, if her apology is sincere, we'll send her to the hospital."

Alexander heated up a cup of milk and walked into the guest room.

On the bed, Evelyn's breathing was steady, the blanket had slipped down to her shoulders, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her chest.

Alexander's Adam's apple bobbed as he stared at her for a long moment before reluctantly tearing his gaze away. He bent down and placed a kiss on her lips.

Evelyn slowly opened her eyes, stretching languidly, and pouted coyly:

"Brother Alex~ You're bullying me again~"

Alexander parted his legs to let Evelyn sit in his lap, his fingers idly massaging her waist.

"Who could resist when you sleep like that?"

Evelyn buried her head in Alexander's chest, letting out a few contented murmurs.

"But, sister Lily is working hard carrying your child. We're both women, I can't let you betray her when she's at her most vulnerable!"

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she looked up anxiously:

"Last night, sister Lily was screaming so loudly, is she going into labor? Sigh... Even though it hurts to hear sister Lily in such pain, I'm envious! Being able to carry Brother Alex's baby, even if childbirth is painful, it would be sweet happiness for me."

Sweet happiness?

By now, I had already become a ghost floating beside them.

On the attic floor, red blood had spread across the entire room.

On the walls were deep scratches I had made in my intense pain, with bits of fingernails and flesh still clinging to them.