Chapter 2

The moment the words left my mouth, everyone in the room froze, their shocked gazes fixed on me, before erupting into snickers.

"Oh, come on, Liam! Who doesn't know you loved Scarlett more than life itself? When Scarlett had kidney failure, you gave her one of your own kidneys! Would someone like you really marry someone else?"

"Exactly! Can't you think before you speak? That's so ridiculous, who'd believe it?"

I sneered inwardly at their chatter. No wonder they were shocked; I *had* loved Scarlett desperately once. When she was diagnosed with kidney failure, I didn't hesitate, giving her one of my kidneys. Now, every time it rains, my left side aches with a dull, constant throb. I always gave her the sweetest part of the watermelon, and knowing she didn't eat dragon fruit seeds, I'd meticulously pick out every single one with a toothpick.

Because I loved her, I even tolerated her going on dates with my childhood friend, Julian, again and again. I tolerated her tying Julian's tie right in front of me, gently wiping his mouth. As long as she came home, as long as she still remembered me, her husband, that was enough. Everyone knew I was blindly devoted, and they all instinctively assumed I was just talking out of anger earlier.

Coming back to reality, Julian, who had been quiet, picked up a bottle of wine from the table and came over to me, saying casually, "Liam, I know you're still upset about what happened two years ago. It's all my fault. If I hadn't been diagnosed with a terminal illness, Scarlett wouldn't have had to get rid of your baby just to leave an heir for me. Since everyone's here today, I'll down this bottle as a public apology to you!"

He chugged the bottle, the burning alcohol making him cough repeatedly. Scarlett immediately couldn't sit still. She handed her child to a colleague nearby, rushed forward, snatched the bottle, and said, angry and heartbroken, "Julian, are you crazy, daring to drink this much? Even if your condition has been under control all these years, you're still a patient!"

After comforting Julian, Scarlett shot me a haughty glance and said coldly, "Liam, you've been throwing a tantrum for two years, that's enough! Julian and I just did IVF; we didn't actually have sex. You're still being petty about such a small thing, after all this time? Is it really necessary?"

Everyone started murmuring. "Liam's so stubborn! It's a two for one deal, he actually came out ahead!" "Plus, Scarlett's been looking for him all these years. He left for two years, and she looked for him for two years. It's time to move on from the past."

So, taking out our baby to have Julian's was just a "small thing" in Scarlett's eyes? But what surprised me was that Scarlett had actually been looking for me? Why would she be looking for me?

Lost in thought, I heard Scarlett continue, talking to herself, "Alright, Liam. Little Julian is at an age where he needs a lot of care. Since you're back, you can take care of him from now on. Even though he's not your biological son, you're his nominal father, and you should be responsible for him."

I actually laughed. Two years later, Scarlett was still high and mighty, ordering me around as if it were her right. But I wasn't the Liam she could manipulate so easily anymore. Ever since Scarlett got rid of our baby two years ago, my heart died for her, and I decisively left the country. And what I said earlier wasn't out of anger; I truly was married with a child.

After I left, I found a new job. Not long after, I met my wife, Vivian. She helped me through that dark period. Soon, we got married and even had a beautiful daughter. Just thinking about my wife and daughter, a wave of warmth washed over me.

Snapping back to reality, I coldly refused, "No thanks. I have my own child to take care of. As for your 'Little Julian,' let his biological dad take care of him."

Hearing that, Julian's eyes welled up. "Liam, I know you resent me for causing your child to be aborted, which is why you won't take care of mine. I want to raise Little Julian myself, but my body won't allow it... I'm trusting you, that's why I'm asking you to take care of him. Little Julian is very well-behaved; he doesn't cry or fuss, so he won't be too much trouble. Please, I'm begging you, take pity on me, a father, and take care of Little Julian..."

Julian made a show of kneeling towards me. Scarlett quickly helped him up and comforted him. Then she turned, giving me a cold glance. "Many people would beg to take care of Little Julian, but I wouldn't let them. It's an honor for you to take care of him; don't be ungrateful!"

Her gaze landed on my clothes, and Scarlett scoffed. "Liam, you must not have had it easy these past two years abroad, huh? You didn't even bother to wear decent clothes to a class reunion. At this point, don't be so snobby when you're broke. If you take good care of Little Julian, I can give you ten thousand a month in spending money. That's way more than you'd make working a regular job."

Julian, acting like the man of the house, added, "That's right. You take good care of Little Julian, and Scarlett and I won't treat you badly. With us, you won't have to wear cheap knock-offs at least."

It was then that everyone noticed my casual attire. Instantly, mockery erupted. "How did Liam fall so low? He doesn't even have decent clothes!" "If only he'd known this would happen. I heard Scarlett's company soared after he left. If he hadn't left the country out of spite, he'd be living a life of leisure now."

I just smirked. They had no idea. The clothes I was wearing weren't cheap knock-offs. They were custom-made by a master designer, pure silk, worth hundreds of thousands.

Seeing me smile, Scarlett thought I'd agreed to take care of Little Julian. She pulled out her phone, ready to transfer money to me. "Here's ten thousand. Go buy some decent clothes later, so our Little Julian doesn't catch your cheapness."

But as soon as she sent the message, she received a glaring red exclamation mark!