My chest was heaving violently, and when I was about to pull the trigger with teary eyes, the muzzle of the gun was pressed down.

"Wifey, the doctor said your IVF was successful, so you'd better not to see any blood. It's not good to scare the baby."

He gently comforted me, and there was no trace of falsehood in the care in his eyes.

I almost could not help but applaud his superb acting skills.

Seeing that I was in a bad mood, Timothee noticed the wine glass in front of me and pinched my palm, asking, "Wifey, how long have you been here? Why don't you come upstairs to find me?"

There was a cautious probbing hidden in the words.

I lowered my eyes and said calmly, "You guys are talking about things upstairs, it's so smoky and hot, I don't like it."

He patted my head with relief and asked the nanny to bring me a cup of sobering tea. As soon as the servant handed me the tea, he suddenly picked up the gun and shot the servant in the head.

I did not even have time to react before thick blood splattered all over my face. The servant's hand was outstretched when she fell down with her eyes wide open.

My lips trembled and my whole stomach spasmed uncontrollably.

Timothee, however, acted as if nothing had happened. He put down his gun, carefully wiped my face with his sleeve, and fed me the sobering tea mouthful by mouthful.

I forcefully swallowed, trembling all over my body.

In the corner of my eyes, Killian had the servant dragged out.

A winding blood trail was left on the floor.

"If she can't even stop my wife from drinking, even hurting my son, there's no point in living."

I looked at his sinister eyebrows and eyes, and my stomach churned.

Timothee touched my face with heartache and said, "It's all your husband's fault. You've suffered so much. We finally have a baby now, so you're not allowed to drink anymore."

"This child must be born healthy no matter what, get it?"

I took several deep breaths before forcing out a dry smile and responded, "Okay."

But my heart was trembling with coldness.

In the three years since I got married, I got pregnant six times, but each time I had miscarriages for no apparent reason.

Too many times, it had become habitual miscarriage.

Half a year ago, the doctor declared that I would never be able to have children again.

Timothee hugged me and said that it did not matter if he did not have children, as long as I was happy and healthy.