Chapter 2

Summer Linwood's POV

Ethan's body visibly stiffened.

Vanessa Hayes, next to him, grew anxious and coyly leaned closer to Ethan's wheelchair.

"Summer, don't talk nonsense. This... this was clearly him being overcome with passion just now..."

As she spoke, she reached out to link her arm with Ethan's.

"This woman's acting isn't even as good as Dad's! Was that passion? She just practically threw herself on him!"

"Mom! Don't believe her! She's hiding a fake prenatal check-up report in her bag, planning to take it out later to deceive Dad!"

"Dad's totally freaking out right now. He's thinking: Oh no, how did Summer figure it out? Has my acting gotten worse?"

I almost couldn't hold back my laughter.

Looking at Ethan's tense, handsome face, I completely ignored Vanessa, leaned forward, and stared directly into his eyes.

"Ethan, since you said you're tired of me, then tell me, what shade is this lipstick? What brand? What does it smell like?"

Ethan's Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze darting away:

"...Red."

"Red! This is pink, okay?!!"

"Look, look! He's pinching his thigh! He's using pain to force himself to stay cold! Idiot Dad!"

The last bit of anger in my heart completely vanished, replaced by a wave of heartache and helplessness.

He'd rather pinch himself black and blue than let me stay.

I didn't acknowledge Ethan's silence and turned to look at the embarrassed Vanessa.

"Since you said you kissed him just now, what about that prenatal check-up report in your bag? Could Ethan make you pregnant instantly?"

Vanessa's face instantly turned ashen, and she subconsciously clutched her handbag:

"You... what are you talking about..."

Ethan also looked up sharply, staring at Vanessa in shock:

"What prenatal check-up report?"

I sneered: "Take it out. Let me see this medical miracle."

"Wow! Mom is amazing! Mom got smart!"

"This woman got wasted at the bar last night, and that report is a fake certificate she bought online for a few bucks!"

Under Ethan's sharp gaze, cold sweat broke out on Vanessa's brow.

She gritted her teeth and glared at me, then suddenly clutched her stomach, pretending to faint:

"My stomach hurts so much... Maybe my baby is in distress..."

"Enough!"

Before I could speak, Ethan suddenly roared.

"Vanessa, get out."

Ethan's voice was icy.

Vanessa was incredulous:

"You're yelling at me? But we just..."

"I said get out!"

Ethan angrily slammed the water glass on the ground, glass shards flying everywhere.

Vanessa shrieked in fright, grabbed her bag, and fled clumsily.

The living room instantly fell silent.

Only Ethan and I remained, surrounded by the mess on the floor.

Ethan was gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently.

After a few seconds, he looked at me again, the panic in his eyes undeniable, but he was still trying to keep up appearances.

"You leave too. Don't think that chasing her away will make me change my mind."

He looked away, not daring to meet my gaze:

"I told you, I don't need you anymore."

I looked at his bright red ears and sighed inwardly.

It seemed he wouldn't listen unless I got serious.

I pulled the scan results, which I had been clutching, from my bag and gently placed it on the coffee table in front of him.

"Ethan, look carefully."

"You want to break up? Ask your son if he agrees."

Ethan instinctively looked down.

On the ultrasound report, that tiny gestational sac was clearly visible.