Chapter 2
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"Because when Laura first came to Paron, she got into trouble with the local gangs. I saved her, but I lost the ability to have children. Laura felt sorry for me, so she gave me your eldest son."
Don stared at Jeremy with a mocking expression.
"As for the daughter, it was because I wanted a complete family."
His fingernail slowly slid across the baby's forehead. A red mark immediately spread across the soft skin.
The third child shifted uncomfortably and let out a soft whimper.
Jeremy clenched both fists. His voice trembled.
"You got a son and a daughter, so why still take my third child?"
Don let out a dismissive laugh.
"Who among the rich does not want more sons? No matter how many you have, they are all mine. Do you understand?"
He leaned closer and lowered his voice.
"She said you were nothing more than a breeding tool for the Lane family."
The words "breeding tool" pierced Jeremy's heart like sharp spikes.
He opened his mouth, but his throat felt tightly strangled. Not a single word came out.
That night, Jeremy did not know how he walked out of Don's room.
That absurd and ridiculous reason felt like a blunt blade. It slowly and repeatedly sawed through the fantasy he had held onto for five years until it turned into dust.
He did not sleep all night.
The next morning, Jeremy came downstairs holding the divorce agreement. Suddenly, his daughter ran over and bumped into him.
He instinctively reached out to steady her, but the little girl pulled away in disgust.
The divorce agreement slipped to the floor. Laura's eyes fell on it. She was about to bend down to pick it up when their daughter hugged her leg and acted spoiled.
"Mommy, hold me."
Laura smiled and picked her up.
Don walked over quickly. He picked up the divorce agreement and slipped it into his documents.
"Laura, these papers need your signature."
Laura took them, did not even look, and signed her name.
Jeremy reached out to take the divorce agreement back, but Don suddenly spoke.
"One of the household servants suddenly took leave last night. We cannot find a replacement for now. Why not let this driver stay and help for a few days?"
Jeremy turned pale and looked sharply at Laura.
Laura avoided his gaze. Then she leaned gently into Don's arms.
"Whatever you say. You're in charge of the house."
"I cannot do this," Jeremy blurted out.
Laura cut him off, her tone turning sharp.
"You do whatever you normally do at home. Why would you not be able to do it here?"
Jeremy felt his whole body turn cold.
The woman who once fought off thugs for him and even had her legs broken just to marry him now looked completely different, cold as if she were someone else.
A trace of satisfaction flashed in Don's eyes. He deliberately waved the document in his hand, making his intention clear.
If Jeremy refused, he would not get the divorce agreement back.
Jeremy bit his lip tightly. After a long silence, he forced out a single word.
"…Fine."
"Go work," Don said, pointing toward the kitchen.
Inside the kitchen, the high-end equipment was completely unfamiliar to Jeremy. He touched a metal tray and immediately burned his fingers.
"Ouch. Where did this country bumpkin come from? So clumsy."
The butler stood with hands on his hips, full of disdain.
"The seafood stew is ready. Bring it to the living room."
The pot was extremely hot, but the manager deliberately did not give him gloves.
Jeremy gritted his teeth and walked out. His fingers burned in pain. Blisters formed and broke, blood seeping out, but he endured it.
Just as he reached the living room, a glass marble rolled under his foot. He slipped and lost his grip on the pot.
The boiling seafood stew spilled out. Most of it splashed onto his legs, while a few drops landed on the little boy playing nearby.
"Ah!"
The boy screamed.
"Nero!"
Laura rushed over immediately.
"Baby."
Don also shot up from the sofa.
Jeremy fell to the floor. His legs were burning with pain. He ignored himself and tried to crawl up, reaching toward his son.
Before his hand could even extend, Don kicked him hard.
"Are you trying to burn him to death? Do not touch my son."
Laura picked up the boy and glared at Jeremy. Her eyes were full of accusation.
"Baby, do not cry. I'll take you to the hospital."
She rushed out carrying the child and shouted at Don.
"Take care of Mina."
Jeremy knelt on the ground, staring blankly at his own legs.
Blisters had already spread across his skin. Yet he suddenly could not feel the pain anymore. Even his heartbeat felt like it had stopped.
Yes.
In this house, what was he supposed to be?
What right did he have to care about the injured young master? What right did he have to ask his wife to even glance at his own battered body?
He pushed himself up, trying to clean the mess on the floor.
Then a heavy blow struck the back of his head. Everything went dark.
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