Chapter 2

Then came the rustling sound of clothes falling to the floor, mixed with their sounds of pleasure.

The room was filled with their passion, but my heart sank to the depths.

I couldn't believe that my husband had betrayed me, and even more unbelievable was that the object of his betrayal was the daughter of our family's servant.

At this moment, I couldn't help but wonder if Derek was involved in the car accident five years ago that had claimed my parents' lives and left me paralyzed in bed.

Remembering the tragic state of my parents when they died, my heart felt like it was being stabbed. The pain was so intense that I could barely breathe, and tears began to flow from the corners of my eyes.

Fortunately, they didn't notice my reaction. Apparently feeling uncomfortable, Derek picked up Rachel. "Let's go to the bedroom next door. Tonight, you'd better perform well!"

After they left, I suddenly opened my eyes, gasping for air. My consciousness had finally regained control of my body.

As the cold air filled my lungs, my mind gradually awakened. I tried to lift my arm.

Although my eyes were open and I could see everything in the room, my arms didn't quite obey me. They would lift halfway and then fall back down.

After several attempts, my arms, which had been paralyzed for five years, finally regained some mobility.

Unfortunately, my neck could only maintain a tilted angle and couldn't turn, while my legs remained completely numb.

I slapped my legs, but I couldn't feel any pain. I realized that even though I had woken up, I might be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of my life.

I forced myself to calm down quickly and analyze my current situation.

If Derek and Rachel found out I had recovered, they would undoubtedly try to force me to hand over the Shaw family business and then kill me by any means necessary.

For now, my priorities were: first, not to let Rachel and the others discover that I had regained consciousness; second, to find a way to contact Ethan, the only person I could trust now.

Ethan and I grew up together in the city. His family was in the medical business, while ours was in construction.

Although our families were in different industries, our parents were close friends and even arranged for us to be married when we were children.

But I couldn't stand his spoiled, arrogant rich kid attitude, even though he had the face of a male celebrity. I just didn't think he was my type.

Of course, he seemed to feel the same way about me.

Later, I fell in love with Derek Grant, who had nothing but was hardworking and ambitious—the typical rags-to-riches story.

Now, I admit I misjudged him. If I could choose again, I would never pick this ungrateful beast.

Otherwise, my parents wouldn't have died in that car crash.

Otherwise, my daughter wouldn't be suffering abuse.

And I wouldn't have become a coma patient, lying motionless in bed, at the mercy of others!

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became. Using my arms to support myself on the bed, I rolled onto the floor and crawled to a hidden compartment at the foot of the bed. I quickly retrieved an old phone I had discarded and plugged it into the charger.

Just as I was about to climb back into bed, I suddenly heard voices from downstairs. I heard Lily's cries for help, and I immediately crawled towards the door.

"Lily!"

I crawled to the top of the stairs and saw Mrs. Wilson holding Lily down on her hands and knees, while a chubby little boy clapped his hands excitedly nearby.

Afraid of being discovered and killed by Rachel, I could only cover my mouth and watch helplessly.

After my daughter was forced onto her hands and knees, the chubby boy climbed onto her back. "Lily is our family's little wild dog, haha, this is so fun! Giddy up, giddy up!"

I guessed this chubby boy was the illegitimate son of Rachel and Derek. Sure enough, Mrs. Wilson said, "Young master, you play with this little brat for now. I'll go make you something delicious to eat!"

The chubby boy climbed and hit my daughter's back. I wanted nothing more than to rush over and slap him hard.

After Mrs. Wilson left, Lily angrily threw the chubby boy off her back. "You're just a pig head! If you bully me again, when my mom wakes up, she won't let you off easy!"

The chubby boy got up, glaring at my daughter angrily. He raised his hand, about to slap her!

"Stop!"

I couldn't bear it any longer and shouted in anger. But when the chubby boy saw my fierce expression as I lay on the ground, he froze in terror.