Chapter 3

At three in the afternoon, the villa gates opened.

Mrs. Gibson and Calvin walked in carrying bags of imported bird's nest, luxury baby cribs, and a mountain of other baby supplies, their faces beaming.

"Margaret said she's suffering from morning sickness today and needs to wait a couple more days before moving in. I feel so bad for her." Mrs. Gibson muttered as she changed her shoes.

Calvin agreed: "Mom, Margaret is carrying a boy. It's normal for him to be demanding. Please take extra care of her, and I'll make sure she treats you well later."

The two were chatting and laughing as they turned into the living room, then the smiles on their faces instantly froze.

On the leather sofa sat a woman in her thirties, still attractive and well-maintained.

She wore loose maternity clothes and was using a toothpick to eat the strawberries I had just washed.

Seeing the mother and son laden with packages, the woman also froze, somewhat awkwardly putting down the fruit plate.

"Who, who is this?" Mrs. Gibson's eyes widened as she looked the woman on the sofa up and down.

"Elliot, what are you playing at? Why are strangers coming into the house? Is this some poor relative of yours?"

Calvin also frowned:

"Elliot, are you sick? I told you to make room for Margaret, and you invite your relatives over? Get her out of here now!"

I walked out of the kitchen carrying a glass of warm milk, handed it to the woman on the sofa, then turned around with a beaming smile.

"Please don't be angry. If you get upset, how will you take care of the pregnant woman?"

I walked to the woman's side and patted her shoulder affectionately, introducing her with great ceremony:

"This is definitely not my poor relative. What's in her belly is genuine Peters family blood."

Mrs. Gibson's mind hadn't caught up yet. She thought it was another of Calvin's affairs.

"Calvin, besides Margaret you got another woman pregnant? This woman looks well into her thirties. You could actually bring yourself to sleep with her?"

Calvin's face turned green, frantically waving his hands: "Mom, I don't know her! I swear I've never touched even a finger of hers! Why would I have a lover this old?"

I pretended to be shocked, covering my mouth. "Calvin, that's not right. How can you shout at your elders like that?"

I looked at the two confused people with a smile.

"Oh my, did I forget to tell you? The pregnancy test swept out yesterday really wasn't mine, but it wasn't Calvin's mistress's either."

"Mrs. Gibson, let me formally introduce you. This is Ms. Hill, the mistress Anderson keeps on the side.

Yesterday, while you were out, Anderson brought her home to get something and accidentally dropped the pregnancy test under the bed."

"Originally, I wanted to pretend nothing happened.

But yesterday, you swore that Peters family blood couldn't be left outside, that illegitimate children must also enjoy inheritance rights.

So I brought Ms. Hill home."

"You won't mind, will you?"