Marriage With A Evil Heart

No time!

I turned and rushed back to the study, clenching my fists tightly while staring at the data transfer progress inching forward. Downstairs, I heard the sound of the main gate opening and closing, and I stomped my foot in frustration.

Finally, the data transfer was completed. I yanked out the USB drive, closed the laptop, and ran out of the study. I could already hear them coming upstairs, and my entire body was shaking nervously.

Taking a deep breath, I summoned what strength remained in my limbs and went towards the staircase.

Just a few steps out, Robert was already carrying Charles up. Sherry followed closely behind, holding a blanket.

In my mind, I let out a cold, bitter laugh at the sight of this seemingly harmonious family.

“How is he? Charles, come to Mom!” I reached out to take him, but Charles evaded my hand. His little arms tightly clung to Robert’s neck, “Daddy!”

“Mmm,” Robert responded gently without saying much, simply carrying Charles past me and heading inside.

Behind him, Sherry looked at me, a smirk playing on her lips, carrying an air of disdain and provocation.

I suppressed my emotions and followed them into the children’s room. I asked, “How is he? Does he need to stay in the hospital?”

Then, I reached out to touch Charles’s head, confirming that his fever had subsided.

“He’s fine now. The doctor said it’s better for him to stay at home. The hospital is too crowded. Since he’s still young, it’s best not to stay there,” Robert explained, instructing Sherry, “Go get him some water.”

Sherry turned to fetch water, and I reached out to take the cup, saying, “I’ll do it!”

She conspicuously avoided my hand, stating, “Let me do it. You haven’t taken care of him before. He’s not used to it.”

This remark instantly infuriated me. If it weren’t for your scheming, how could I be in this state?

“What do you mean I haven’t taken care of him?” I angrily questioned.

Sherry, stunned by my words, glanced at Robert.

Robert stood up and grabbed me, “Come on, let Sherry put him to sleep. The doctor said he needs more rest!”

I shook off his hand, “No, how can I rest when my son is sick? I want to be with my child!”

My sudden outburst startled Robert, and he looked at me in confusion.

“What’s wrong? Can’t I take care of my child when he’s sick? Am I not his mother? Can I not worry about him?” I stared into Robert’s eyes, questioning him with a burning anger rising within me.

Robert’s gaze towards me was dark and uncertain, casting a chilling silence in the room.

Perhaps frightened by the atmosphere, Charles began to cry loudly, repeatedly calling for his father.

I quickly went over and pulled Sherry away, sitting by Charles’s bedside to comfort him. Robert reached out and took the water cup from Sherry’s hand, saying, “You go and prepare some food.”

Sherry hesitated, displaying clear reluctance.

I looked at her, locking eyes, and asked, “Didn’t you hear him?”

She glanced at Robert, who paid her no attention at all. Reluctantly, she muttered a half-hearted “okay” and turned to leave.

Initially, Charles resisted, reaching his little hand towards Sherry. I simply picked him up, holding him in my arms and soothing him. Perhaps because Robert was present or due to his weakened condition, he cried for a moment but then settled down.

I sighed with relief, intentionally saying, “It seems the child is really getting spoiled. I am his mother! At this rate, he’ll grow distant from me.”

Robert glanced at me and sarcastically remarked, “Your temper is getting worse. Why are you getting jealous over such trivial matters? She’s just a nanny. With your health, I’m afraid you’ll tire yourself out of taking care of Charles.”

I looked up at him, locking eyes, and retorted with a hidden meaning, “Just because I’m not well, I need to let a nanny take my place?”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.