I lowered my voice and asked again, “Nate, how does it feel to raise another man’s child and wear a green hat?”
“Bittersweet? Or just plain humiliating?”
Expressionless, I stared him down and said, “If Evelyn saw your disgusting face right now, do you think she’d throw up from sheer revulsion?”
“Do you want me to slap you again and throw you out myself?”
Seeing I wasn’t taking the bait, Lucas’s smile stiffened with frustration.
I calmly reached for a cup of steaming water on the table and said coldly, “Let me show you who Evelyn will really slap—and who she’ll be tossing out.”
The next moment, he poured the entire cup of boiling water onto one of the baby boys.
I was stunned.
Even a tiger doesn’t harm its own cubs. This pretty boy… was truly vicious.
“Waaaah!”
The baby’s piercing, heart-wrenching cry shook the room. Evelyn rushed out of the bathroom, struggling to pull up her pants in panic.
“What happened to the baby?”
Plop!
Lucas immediately knelt before me again, crying pitifully as he spun his tale.
“Mr. Bennett, I know you’re angry, and you can take it out on me, but please, the baby’s innocent!”
“He’s just a newborn—his skin is so fragile. How could he possibly withstand boiling water?”
“What?!”
Evelyn’s face twisted in fury. Without hesitation, she slapped me hard across the face.
“Nate! You’ve gone too far!”
“Even if you hate the children, there’s no need to be so cruel!”
“They did nothing wrong. They’re innocent!”
Blood filled my mouth. I spat it out slowly and asked, “Are you that sure it was me who poured the boiling water?”
“Of course!” she shouted. “Lucas is their biological father! If not you, then who else?!”
“Heh…”
I sneered. “You call him Lucas so sweetly.”
“In that case, I’ll just step aside and make room.”
“Enough. I don’t have time to argue with you.”
“Pray the baby’s okay—if anything happens, I’ll never forgive you!”
With that, Evelyn cradled the crying child, gently rocking and soothing him as she hurried out of the room.
I tightened my grip on the briefcase in my hand.
Clearly, today wasn’t the day the divorce agreement would be signed.
Dragging my exhausted body home, I had just sat down when loud shouting echoed from upstairs.
“Is Nate back? Hurry up and bring me the foot soak.”
“It’s time for my midnight snack—same as always. Longan and lotus seed soup, no sugar.”
“…”
I sat frozen, dazed, as the memories of the past few years came flooding in.
I had fallen for Evelyn at first sight.
I loved her so deeply, that I was willing to run away from home and leave everything behind just to be with her.
I loved her so much, I changed who I was. From a carefree playboy, I became a gentle, devoted man—one completely devoted to her.
I gave up the nightlife, the drinking, the meaningless relationships.
I chose to become a househusband, serving her and her parents with everything I had.
But what did I get in return?
A pair of horns, and three children that weren’t mine.
What a cruel joke.
Dingling…
My phone suddenly rang, snapping me out of my thoughts.
It was Evelyn calling.
But when I answered, it was Lucas’s voice that came through the receiver.
“Mrs. Carter, lie down. I’ll massage your waist. It’s vital for women to care for their waists during postpartum recovery—it affects their figure later on.”
“And you mustn’t get angry during confinement. It can cause liver qi stagnation.”
“Here, I’ll press your chest a bit to help with breathing…”
“...”
“Mrs. Carter, is the pressure okay?”
