Chapter 3

I ignored him and brought a cup of hot water to my mother-in-law.

"Mom, are you feeling better? Is it your old stomach problem? Should I take you to the hospital?"

My mother-in-law lowered her head without responding, but I could see her ears turning slightly red.

Huh? My mother-in-law was acting a bit strange today!

Everyone gets sick sometimes. There's nothing to be embarrassed about seeing a doctor when you're ill.

Seeing me lost in thought, my father-in-law snatched the cup from my hand and smiled smugly:

"Stomach problem? You wishful thinking bitch!"

"I'm going to be a father again! I guess Jack couldn't bear to leave us old folks alone, so he came back!"

This was too much information to process at once.

My mouth moved faster than my brain: "Jack has only been gone for seven days. Even if it were an early pregnancy, it wouldn't show up on a test yet!"

My mother-in-law's thin shoulders began to tremble, and a wet patch quickly spread on her black pants...

"Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it."

"What did you mean then? Are you hoping our family line will end so that bastard in your belly can benefit?" my father-in-law snapped.

My mother-in-law looked even more uncomfortable, her back hunched over as she covered her face with both hands.

I rushed over anxiously: "Dad, look how upset Mom is. Stop talking nonsense and take her to the hospital!"

My father-in-law smugly waved a piece of paper in my face: "We've already been to the hospital. The doctor praised me for being so virile at my age!"

"Don't think you're the only one who can get pregnant, you shameless woman!"

I looked at the hCG levels on the report, which were as high as several hundred thousand, and rubbed my eyes in confusion.

So my mother-in-law really was pregnant???

But before my husband passed away, I had taken the whole family for a full-body check-up at the most authoritative hospital in the city.

I had been busy with my husband's funeral arrangements and only got the reports back today.

Before they came in, I had been wondering.

How could my father-in-law have azoospermia? Where did my husband come from then?

The deceased is gone, so we'll set aside the question of my husband's origins for now.

But this second child of my mother-in-law's definitely couldn't be my father-in-law's!

Seeing that I wasn't saying anything, my father-in-law stood up and looked around the room I had prepared for the baby:

"You shameless woman, you certainly don't hold back when spending my son's money!"

"After we get rid of that little bastard in your belly, this room will be perfect for my son Guangyong."

It felt like two little people were fighting in my head. Should I say something or not?