I Treated My Husband's Pregnant Mistress

Synopsis

The mistress was seven months pregnant when her water broke. On New Year's Eve, she was rushed into the emergency room. Wearing my white coat, I looked at my husband, who was sweating with anxiety, and said calmly. "Only one can be saved, the mother or the child." My husband, who favors sons over daughters, didn't hesitate at all. "Save the child!" The mistress refused to accept it. She slapped him and angrily called him heartless. The two of them argued fiercely in the emergency room, faces red with rage. Meanwhile, I took out my phone and sent a message: [The money has been transferred.] The gigolo standing in the corner saw the message, secretly gave me an OK sign, and then slipped away.