Chapter 3

Over the next few days, Mr. Vincent's attitude toward me got colder and colder.

I didn't care. I was just a nanny—do my job well and that's it, whatever he does is his business.

I'd save some money and then quit.

At noon, I started making lunch.

Ethan was playing with toys in the living room. When he saw me, he turned his head away and ignored me.

Willow was sitting on the sofa and smiled at me. "Sophia, need any help?"

I shook my head. "No, thank you, Miss Willow."

She smiled and didn't say anything.

Lunch was ready. I brought it to the table.

Shrimp pizza and a plate of vegetables.

Ethan glanced at it and pouted.

Willow served him food. "Ethan, eat more."

"Auntie Willow's cooking tastes better," he said quietly.

I stood to the side, a bit awkward.

Mr. Vincent came home and saw the food on the table, frowning.

"Just this?"

I nodded. "Yes... yes."

He sneered and sat down to eat.

Ethan took two bites of pizza and suddenly clutched his stomach.

"Ethan?" Willow quickly asked.

His face turned especially red, and a rash broke out on his neck.

Mr. Vincent's expression changed instantly. He picked him up and rushed out. "To the hospital!"

I panicked too and ran out after them.

In the car, Mr. Vincent drove extremely fast, his face ashen.

I sat in the back seat, watching Ethan in pain, my heart clenching.

At the hospital, the doctor gave Ethan a shot and confirmed it was a shrimp allergy.

Mr. Vincent turned to look at me, his eyes especially cold.

"You gave him shrimp?"

I froze. "I... I didn't know Ethan was allergic..."

"You didn't know?" He sneered. "You're his mother. How could you not know?"

His tone scared me. "But... I really don't remember..."

"Still acting." He cut me off. "Sophia, you think I don't know what you're thinking?"

"You just want to use this to get revenge on me, right? Want to make me feel guilty?"

I shook my head. "I didn't..."

"Enough." He turned and went into the hospital room, leaving me standing alone in the corridor.

Willow came over and sighed softly.

"Sophia, I know you're hurting inside," she said. "But doing this... is it really good?"

I didn't understand what she meant.

She continued, "Using this method to try to win Vincent back will only make him more disgusted."

I was stunned. "I'm not trying to win him back..."

"You don't need to explain to me." She smiled and said softly, "Sophia, I advise you to give up. Vincent has already given up on you. No matter how much you act, it's useless."

Then she went into the hospital room.

I stood in the corridor, my mind blank.

I had no idea what she was talking about.

When I got home, I searched my own name online.

The first news article that came up was: "Lancaster Group Heiress Marries Poor Boy, Seven Years Later Marriage Reportedly on the Rocks."

I clicked on it.

The article said that Sophia Lancaster was the only daughter of the Lancaster Group. Seven years ago, against her family's wishes, she married Vincent Hayes, who was just an ordinary employee at the time.

After marriage, she quit her position as vice president to be a full-time housewife.

Vincent relied on his father-in-law's connections, and his business grew bigger and bigger.

Three years ago, Sophia's parents died, and she inherited a large fortune.

Recently there were rumors that their marriage was in crisis.

I read these news articles, completely dumbfounded.

My first reaction was that this Sophia was way too naive—so rich and she married a gold digger!