Chapter 1

The scholarship student I had been supporting claimed she was pregnant with my father's child. She arrogantly declared, "From now on, I'm your stepmother. You'd better serve me well, or I'll kick you out of the family."

I was shocked speechless. After all, my father had been dead for nearly twenty years.

Seeing my stubborn refusal to accept this, the scholarship student became furious. She immediately called my "father" to come over.

She clung to my "father's" arm, saying I was bullying her. Then she knelt down in front of me with a pitiful expression, apologizing.

"Even if you don't like me, the three sons in my belly are innocent. They can't be without a father."

I snorted coldly and nodded, accepting the marriage between the scholarship student and my "father".

But there was one thing I didn't tell the scholarship student.

The man she was clinging to was only my stepfather, not my biological father.

I heard that some new handbags had arrived at the boutique.

Since I had some free time and enjoyed shopping, I declined the sales assistant's offer to bring the bags to me for selection. Instead, I decided to go to the boutique myself.

When I arrived, the familiar sales assistant, Christine, had an indescribable expression on her face.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally spoke up: "Miss... Miss Clarke, just now... just now... Your stepmother came by. She was looking at the bags and is now waiting for you in the VIP room."

My stepmother?

I was stunned for a moment. "Since when did I have a stepmother?"

Before Christine could continue, the door of the VIP room swung open, and several people walked out in a grand manner.

I recognized all of them - they were my college classmates.

However, we weren't close friends.

Except for Hannah Wilson, who came out last.

She was the scholarship student I had been supporting. As for the others, I only knew their names.

Hannah's demeanor was completely different from her previous meek attitude. She looked at me arrogantly:

"I am your stepmother now. We've divided up all the bags you had reserved. Consider it a welcome gift from you, the stepdaughter, to me, your stepmother."

I gently pinched the palm of my hand.

The pain told me that this wasn't some bizarre dream, but a real scene unfolding before me.

"Hannah Wilson, have you gone mad? I'm Emily Clarke, the one who sponsored your scholarship. I'm not your stepdaughter or anything like that."

"Did... did studying law mess up your brain? We have a psychiatric hospital in the family. Do you want me to send you there for a check-up?"

Hearing me say this, Hannah's face turned red with anger.

However, she didn't come towards me. Instead, she hid behind the other classmates and shouted:

"I've been with your father for over a year now. I'm carrying triplet sons in my belly, and I'll be marrying your father soon. Tell me, if I'm not your stepmother, then what am I?"

Looking at Hannah's serious expression, I was even more shocked.

Because my father had passed away shortly after I was born due to illness.

And my mother had also been gone for several years.

Who on earth was Hannah?

How could she be pregnant with the child of my father who had been dead for twenty years?

This wasn't even a secret. Didn't Hannah know about it?

I was too shocked to speak, but Hannah seemed very pleased with herself:

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Weren't you just bragging about how I've gone mad?"

"I advise you to start sucking up to me quickly. Otherwise, once I give birth to these three sons, I'll throw you out on the street."

"After all, I'm carrying sons, which is completely different from a useless girl like you.

The only reason you're living such a luxurious life now is because you're the only child of the Clarke family.

Once my sons are born, a useless girl like you will have to step aside."