Chapter 5

I looked at the bottles of expensive wine on the coffee table, feeling very upset.

My father-in-law loved to drink, and these were wines my dad had painstakingly brought back all the way from France.

If he knew that his usually friendly in-law was cursing his family behind his back, how heartbroken would my dad be!

Before I could open my mouth to argue, my mother-in-law started crying even louder.

"What are you trying to do? Do you want to drive me to my death?"

"My poor son's body isn't even cold yet. Can't we resolve this peacefully instead of tearing the family apart?"

My heart tightened. It seemed like my mother-in-law had something else to say!

I needed to think this through carefully.

Generally speaking, cheating is a habitual behavior.

So, could this not be my mother-in-law's first time?

What if my husband really wasn't my father-in-law's child? Then the baby would definitely have no genetic relationship with my father-in-law.

If that were the case, with my husband gone, there would be no way to prove it.

My father-in-law would direct all his anger at me.

There would be no way for me to clear my name!

What should I do?

When my husband was dying, he held my hand tightly and wouldn't let go.

He only closed his eyes peacefully after I promised to take care of his parents as if they were my own.

With that promise still ringing in my ears, how could I go back on my word?

Suddenly, an idea struck me. I had thought of a solution that could satisfy everyone.

I turned to look at my mother-in-law: "Mom, since you'll need to have regular prenatal check-ups anyway, why don't you do a paternity test with the baby?"

I couldn't help but applaud myself internally!

Even if my father-in-law might not be my husband's biological father, my mother-in-law must be his birth mother, right?

This way, everyone's face would be saved, and my father-in-law could let go of his suspicions about me!

My mother-in-law was about to speak when my father-in-law interrupted her impatiently:

"What paternity test? Why should we waste thousands of dollars for the sake of that bastard in your belly!"

I choked up, almost crying out loud.

Hand on heart, I had never shown the slightest disrespect to my in-laws.

My husband's body wasn't even cold yet. How could they bear to humiliate his widow and unborn child like this?

Tears kept falling, gradually blurring my vision.