I chuckled softly, knowing well how little sincerity was worth in this world.

Sharon looked at me with pity and conflict in her eyes. I knew she wanted this child. Despite Ethan's antics, the child was innocent.

"Sharon..."

I feigned tears, looking tearfully at Sharon, pretending to urge her to ignore her compassion.

Ethan watched for a while, lit a cigarette, and then turned to Jessica crying. "My mom agrees. Get up. You shouldn't cry anymore."

Sharon, feeling guilty, immediately comforted me. "Olivia, you've suffered these years. But this child... You know, our family has always had only one heir. Another child means another heir, more support for Liam. Surrounding myself with grandchildren has always been my dream. Please, do this for me."

I nodded, appearing reluctant but secretly delighted. "Sharon, the child can be born, but I want Jessica out of here, never to see the child again."

"Fine, the child will be raised by me once born."

Three years ago, Ethan had a car accident.

I rushed to the hospital, leaving our child, Liam Morgan, behind, filled with worry. The officer told me Ethan was distracted by flirting with his secretary in the car, too excited and crashed into an oncoming truck.

The officer showed me the scene photos. Ethan was naked with his bare legs in the driver's seat, his secretary sprawled over him, her arm trapped, and his face flushed red.

Seeing these provocative photos, I felt a chill, immediately arranged for Ethan to have a vasectomy, and then lied it was a consequence of the accident.

I thought to myself, "A vasectomized Ethan has lost his fertility. Whose child is Jessica carrying?"

I eagerly saw Sharon off and then had the maid prepare the guest room for their stay.

Ethan glanced at me with an easy, carefree look and pinched my wrist, squinting his eyes.

"Olivia, you don't mind?"

I smiled and shrugged off Ethan's hand, full of disdain in my heart. "Just make sure you come home." Pleased by my magnanimity, Ethan smiled contentedly, wrapped his arm around Jessica's waist, and they headed to the guest room to fool around.

I turned around and asked the nanny to bring the nourishing soup I had prepared. I couldn't let him be overwhelmed by his new and old flames.

Back upstairs, I was busy spiking Ethan's lubricant when Chloe called again, cursing, "Ethan is such a jerk!