My boyfriend was paralyzed for three years, and I served him with all my heart. Until I found a lipstick print on the collar of his white shirt. He coldly proposed to break up: "Looking at the same face for twenty years, any man would get tired." Next to him, a female classmate blushed, tidying her clothes, her eyes full of provocation. I clutched the prenatal check-up report and turned to leave, but suddenly, a furious voice came from my belly: "Mom, don't go! That lipstick mark was drawn by that woman with a pen while Dad was napping! He's just acting because he thinks he's useless and doesn't deserve you!" Summer Linwood's POV My boyfriend had been paralyzed for three years, and I had painstakingly cared for him for three years. Until I saw a bright red lipstick print on the collar of his white shirt. Before I could even question him, Ethan Stone looked at me with a cold face, his gaze not even lingering on me for a second. "Summer Linwood, let's break up." Standing next to him, his classmate, Vanessa Hayes, was blushing and tidying her slightly messy shirt collar, her eyes fixed on me with blatant provocation. I clutched the scan results in my hand, my heart sinking. "Twenty years of feelings, can't compare to her accompanying you for a few months?" Ethan scoffed, his voice laced with disgust. "Looking at the same face for twenty years, any man would get tired. I'm sick of seeing you now. Grab your things and leave." "If you want to end this with dignity, fine." I wasn't the type to cling on. Even though my heart ached as if it were torn, I gritted my teeth and turned to leave. But just as my hand touched the doorknob, A furious voice suddenly came from my belly. "Mom! Don't go! Are you stupid? This old man is acting to deceive you!" "That lipstick mark was drawn by that woman with a pen while my actual dad was napping!" "Last night he was still calling your name in his dream. He woke up to find he was incontinent, felt like a useless person unworthy of you, so he wanted to act to drive you away!" My footsteps stopped abruptly. Who was talking? There was no one around. Was it... a hallucination? The voice grew more urgent, spewing information like a machine gun: "Mom, you're the future billionaire's wife, and you're carrying me, the genius heir, in your belly!" "This woman is a transmigrator! She knows Dad's legs will be cured and he'll become a billionaire, that's why she's here to cause trouble!" "Mom, look back! Dad's hands are almost crushing the wheelchair armrests, he's crying!" Transmigrator? Billionaire? Legs cured? And... he's crying? The flood of information instantly overwhelmed my sadness. I stood frozen at the door, not pushing it open. Behind me, Ethan's voice, strained to the breaking point, came through: "Why aren't you leaving yet? Waiting for me to call security?" Normally, I would have left long ago. But now, the "bullet comments" in my head were still appearing wildly. "He doesn't mean what he says!" "Mom, don't back down! Turn around and tell him off! That woman wants you to make room for her, in her dreams!" I took a deep breath, released the doorknob, and spun around abruptly. Sure enough. Ethan's eyes, which had just been ice-cold, were now red at the corners. The veins on his hands, resting on the wheelchair, bulged, his knuckles pale from overexertion. Seeing me turn back, a flicker of obvious panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly forced himself to look away, feigning composure. I stared at the incriminating mark on his collar, sneered, and walked back to him in my heels. "A breakup is fine." I tossed my bag onto the sofa and sat directly opposite him. "But this lipstick mark is too fake, Ethan. Your acting is really bad."
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.
Summer Linwood's POV Ethan stared at the ultrasound report, and time seemed to stand still. His slender fingers hovered in mid-air, wanting to touch the paper, but then he pulled them back abruptly as if burned. "See! I told you the old man was acting! His heart is pounding like crazy!" "Right now, his brain is going wild: I have a child? My child with Summer? I'm going to be a dad?" "Those uncooperative tears are about to fall! Hold them back! Men don't cry!" Sure enough, Ethan bit his lower lip hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty. After a full minute, he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "...When did this happen?" I crossed my arms and looked at him: "Two months ago, on your birthday." He had had a few drinks that day, holding me tightly and calling me 'wife' over and over again. Now he's pretending to have amnesia. Ethan's face instantly paled a few shades. He closed his eyes abruptly, his hands clutching the wheelchair armrests tightly. "Abort this child." The words were cold, cutting through the air. I froze for a moment. Even though I knew he was acting, those words were too hurtful. Before I could even get angry, the "bullet comments" in my belly exploded: "What the hell! Old man, are you crazy?!" "Mom! Don't believe him! His legs are shaking under the table! He's thinking he's useless, and the child would suffer if born, would be ridiculed for having a disabled dad..." "Idiot Dad! Who dares to mock a billionaire? Who dares to mock a genius baby? He's truly insecure to the core!" Hearing my son's thoughts, the anger that had just flared up instantly turned into a bitter ache. He felt utterly rotten and didn't want to dump his mess on the next generation. I took a deep breath. Instead of getting angry, I stood up and sat directly on his lap. Ethan flinched, instinctively reaching out to push me, but fearing he might hurt my belly, his hands froze in mid-air, nowhere to rest. "Summer Linwood! What are you doing! Get off!" He bluffed a roar. "I'm not getting off." I put my arms around his neck, feeling his stiff, tense body, and whispered in his ear: "Ethan, do you think you're useless, so you want to drive me and the baby away?" Ethan's pupils constricted, his body instantly stiff as stone. His raw nerve was hit, and he turned his head away in shame, his eyes terrifyingly red: "So what if I do? I can't even take care of myself, how can I support you? Do you want the child to push a wheelchair to parent-teacher conferences in the future?!" He finally spoke the truth. I looked at his reddened eyes, my heart completely melted. "Then let him push it." I said, "Anyway, you'll be very rich someday. You can have ten bodyguards carry you if you want." Ethan was stunned, looking at me as if I were an idiot: "What nonsense are you talking about?" "Mom, you spoiled it! But Dad's expression right now is so adorable in its silliness!" "Quick! Now's the time! Declare your claim! Kick that woman out for good!" I cleared my throat and pulled a card from my bag, placing it on his chest. "If we can't agree on a breakup fee, I won't abort this child, and I'm not leaving you, even though we're not married yet." "From today on, I'm staying here. If you dare to kick me out, I'll go to your company and tell everyone Mr. Stone abandoned his family and disowned his own child." Ethan's chest heaved with anger, and he stared at me for a long time, unable to speak. Finally, he looked like a deflated balloon, burying his head in the crook of my neck, his voice muffled, with an almost imperceptible sob: "Summer Linwood... why are you so foolish?" "Yay! Mission accomplished! The old man surrendered!" "But Mom, you need to be careful. That Vanessa Hayes hasn't given up yet, she was eavesdropping outside just now! She's definitely going to cause more trouble!" My gaze turned cold. Eavesdropping? It seemed this woman would be hard to deal with.
Summer Linwood's POV Even though Ethan hadn't explicitly agreed to get back together, his body was very honest. That evening, he had the guest room prepared and covered all sharp corners in the house with protective strips. Watching him, clumsy in his wheelchair, instructing the housekeeper to change to a non-slip rug, any anger I had quickly faded. "Just now he told Mom to get out, and now he's even changing the rug to wool." "Mom, you need to be careful about that housekeeper! She's Vanessa Hayes's spy! Just now, while you were showering, she was SnapChatting Vanessa to report the situation!" My gaze hardened. That housekeeper, who usually seemed honest and simple-minded, turned out to be a spy. Just then, the doorbell rang. The housekeeper eagerly went to open the door: "I'll get it, I'll get it! It must be the milk delivery!" But when she opened the door, it wasn't the milk delivery. It was a woman carrying a suitcase, wearing sunglasses, and fiery red lipstick. It was my cousin, Chloe Taylor. "So this is the mansion that made Summer cry her eyes out?" Chloe took off her sunglasses, her eyes scanning the room, finally resting on Ethan. "Well, well, if it isn't you. I heard you were about to kick your own wife out." Ethan's face darkened, but he didn't refute. He knew Chloe had a silver tongue. The housekeeper, seeing this display, immediately tried to intimidate her: "This is Mr. Stone's house, you didn't even say hello when you..." "Who are you?" Chloe cut her off directly, her eyes dismissive, "Since when does the housekeeper get to speak in this house? I'm here to take care of my cousin, got a problem with that? If you do, keep it to yourself." The housekeeper's face turned green with anger, choked into silence, and she could only look awkwardly at Ethan. Ethan said calmly: "Let her stay." The housekeeper bit her lip, then sheepishly went to pour water. "Alarm! Alarm! The housekeeper put something in the water! This old woman wants to harm me!" "Mom! Don't drink it! This is highly poisonous!" My heart pounded, and my palms instantly broke into a sweat. Vanessa Hayes couldn't sit still this quickly? She actually dared to poison me? The housekeeper walked over with two cups of tea, smiling, her face full of wrinkles: "Miss Linwood, have a drink to soothe your throat." She deliberately handed me the cup in her left hand. I stared at the water but didn't take it. "What's wrong, Miss Linwood?" The housekeeper's eyes darted. I smiled and took the cup. Then, under the housekeeper's expectant gaze, my wrist trembled! The scalding water splashed directly onto the housekeeper's instep. "Ouch! You scalded me!" The housekeeper shrieked and jumped up, the cup shattering into pieces. Ethan frowned and looked over: "What happened?" I shook my hand: "Oops, sorry, clumsy due to pregnancy. Why are you so nervous? Is there... something illicit in this water?" The housekeeper's face instantly turned ashen white. Forgetting her foot pain, she stammered in defense: "N-no! Miss Linwood, how can you say that!" Chloe, though unaware of the details, reacted quickly. She immediately squatted down, dipped her finger in a bit of the spilled water, sniffed it, then sneered: "Why does this smell like a pharmacy? Where did you buy this water? Does it come with an abortion package?" Ethan's face completely changed. Even though he was paralyzed, his mind wasn't broken. He slid over in his wheelchair, his eyes terrifyingly sinister: "Send the remaining water for lab tests. If I find anything..." The housekeeper's legs went weak, and she knelt directly on the ground: "Mr. Stone! I was wrong! I... I was led astray..." "Get out." Ethan roared. The housekeeper ran, not even daring to ask for her wages. "Well done!" "Vanessa Hayes must be furious! She must have smashed her phone outside, hahahaha!" I looked at Ethan's gloomy profile, but I didn't feel much relief. This was just the beginning. Since Vanessa Hayes dared to poison me, it meant she was desperate. And a desperate transmigrator would definitely have other tricks up her sleeve.
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