Seeing the father about to hit him again, the mother-in-law stepped forward and said with false concern,
“Father-in-law, please don’t hit him. He grew up without a mother’s guidance, so it’s normal that he’s immature. You can teach him later.”
She then looked at Nathan,
“Hurry and take Alex to the hospital for a checkup. Don’t let his head get injured.”
Victoria rushed forward and said,
“Mom, the guests are already here. I can go by myself. You stay with Nathan and greet everyone. Don’t delay the important event.”
She then forcefully lifted the child and moved to leave. Nathan immediately embraced her guiltily,
“Victoria, you’re always so considerate and gentle. Thank you for everything.” Victoria smiled softly,
“As your wife, it’s what I should do. Take good care of everyone. I’ll call if anything happens.”
With that, she picked up the child and strode off.
The father immediately grabbed Nathan’s arm and, facing the guests, loudly announced the cooperation.
Nathan, holding the microphone, declared that the two families would always be united and support each other in the future.
The guests laughed and cheered, but I stood quietly in a corner, my heart drowning in bitterness.
Dragged by Samuel, I went to the hospital.
Turning a corner in the corridor, Victoria approached. Seeing the bandage on my forehead, her usual gentleness vanished, replaced by a raised, arrogant chin.
“Catherine, now you finally know who Nathan loves, right?”
She leaned closer, lowering her voice.
“Nathan and I weren’t an accident. We got together a year before your wedding. He only married you out of pity.”
“Do you know why he had a vasectomy? I was the one who asked for it. Marriage was fine, but I refused to have children with you, or I’d leave. To keep me, he knelt and swore he wouldn’t have kids with you, then immediately went to get a vasectomy.”
Victoria clicked her tongue, stepped back, and glared at me sharply.
“Catherine, from now on, the Turner Enterprises belongs to my son. You’d better disappear, or I’ll make sure you and your brother die miserably.”
She laughed loudly.
I walked away.
Seeing the boy running toward me with medicine at the end of the corridor, I took out my phone and dialed a familiar number.
“Henry Harper, I’m willing to go to the US. I have one condition: arrange everything for Samuel.”
An excited voice came through.
“Catherine, you’ve finally come to your senses! I’ll arrange everything and pick you up tomorrow.”
