Chapter 2

"Ethan, if you let her touch me today, I will never forgive you!"

Ethan snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain.

"Never forgive me? You're just a receptionist. Without me, could you even survive?"

"If I hadn't been charitable enough to marry you, you'd still be starving in some rental apartment!"

"This VIP postpartum suite costs eighteen thousand a day, and my mother paid for it. What right do you have to make a scene here?"

Eighteen thousand a day, paid by his mother?

Absolutely ridiculous.

Just as Rose's breast pump was about to touch me, urgent knocking suddenly came from outside.

"Is the patient in room 602 okay? Did someone press the call button?"

A nurse's voice came from outside the door.

Ethan put on a gentle, refined smile and went to open the door.

"Nurse, it's nothing."

"My wife just gave birth and her emotions are unstable. She accidentally touched the cord."

The nurse looked inside suspiciously, her gaze landing on Rose's oil-stained clothes.

"What happened to this lady?"

Ethan sighed, putting on a helpless expression.

"My wife has postpartum depression and a bad temper. She just threw soup on Rose."

"We're trying to calm her down. I'm so sorry for the trouble."

The nurse looked at me lying pale in the bed.

"Emotional fluctuations after childbirth are normal. Family members need to be understanding."

"However, if there are violent tendencies, I suggest bringing in a psychologist."

I used all my strength to call for help.

"Help me! He's abusing me!"

But my voice was extremely weak.

Ethan walked over and held my hand with fake concern.

"Summer, I know you're suffering. Stop talking nonsense."

"Nurse, you can go ahead. I'll take good care of her."

The nurse nodded and closed the door as she left.

The moment the door closed, the tenderness on Ethan's face vanished instantly.

"Smart move, not saying anything crazy."

"Otherwise I'll send you to a mental hospital where you'll never see your daughter again!"

I didn't argue back. Fighting head-on now would only hurt me more.

Just then, the hospital room door was pushed open again.

My mother-in-law, Martha, walked in carrying large bags.

"Oh my goodness, Rose, what happened to you?"

Rose immediately threw herself at Martha, crying dramatically.

"Martha, you have to help me!"

"I came to see her out of kindness, and not only won't she feed Toby, she threw boiling soup on me!"

"If my face is ruined, how can I face people?"

Martha immediately pointed at my nose and started cursing.

"Summer, you dare hit my niece?"

"We let you stay in such a nice place---did we bring you here to be some pampered young mistress?"

"Rose came all this way. What's wrong with asking you for some milk?"

"Your milk is so fishy anyway. My Toby drinking it is doing you a favor!"

I endured the pain from my incision and asked hoarsely:

"Ethan said you paid for this VIP postpartum suite?"

Martha hesitated, her eyes dodging.

"Of course! If I didn't pay, did you?"

"Your pathetic monthly salary couldn't even afford the toilet here!"

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of my mouth.

"Really? Then I'll check the payment records tomorrow to see exactly who paid."

Ethan impatiently grabbed Martha's arm.

"Martha, don't bother with her. She's a lunatic right now."