Chapter 2

Mrs. Gibson snorted coldly: "Good that you know your place. Hurry up and pack your things, move all your junk out. Don't bring us bad luck!"

For the next two hours, I leaned against the doorframe like an idle bystander, watching Calvin and Mrs. Gibson gleefully throw my belongings out.

"Change these sheets. Margaret likes pink!"

"Move this vanity too. Make room for the baby crib!"

Calvin was all smiles. "Mom, let's go to the mall tomorrow and buy Margaret the best bird's nest soup!"

Mrs. Gibson grinned from ear to ear: "Yes, I'll pay! As long as her belly delivers, I'll buy her anything!"

I watched their busy backs, nearly laughing myself to tears.

Oh Calvin, since you're so happy, I won't show you the azoospermia diagnosis report I just picked up from the hospital.

Let you enjoy yourselves for a couple more days.

Early the next morning, Mrs. Gibson and Calvin left the house in high spirits.

They said they were going to upscale baby boutiques to stock up, preparing to welcome the "great contributor" Margaret home.

Before leaving, Calvin didn't forget to warn me viciously to clear out the last bits of trash from the master bedroom so it wouldn't offend Margaret's eyes.

After the door closed, I unhurriedly took out my phone and dialed a number.

"Hello? Is this Ms. Hill? Yes, I'm Calvin's wife, Elliot. I saw the pregnancy test you left under our master bedroom bed yesterday."

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end.

I laughed lightly, my tone gentle. "Don't be afraid. Mrs. Gibson and Calvin have spoken. Since you're carrying Peters family blood, you absolutely cannot be left to fend for yourself.

Pack your bags. I'm sending a car to bring you to the villa to rest during your pregnancy."