Chapter 3
I calmly informed him that the baby was gone.
Leon’s voice e was hoarse. “Julia, this joke isn’t funny at all.”
Tasked, “Do I look like I’m joking?”
His eyes took on a reddish tint. “When did we lose the baby?”
I replied, “It was when you went to Emma’s son’s parent–teacher conference-
“Enough with Emma again!” He suddenly stood up, irritably cutting me off. “Tell me, where did you hide the pup?”
For a moment, I couldn’t understand what he meant.
Not until he asked if I had hidden the baby at my mother’s house did 1 realize he thought I had given birth and hidden the baby somewhere to get back at him.
I was speechless.
Thinking he had guessed correctly, he laughed coldly. “Even during Emma’s most difficult times, when she didn’t even have a place to live, she never let Noah leave her side for a single day! What kind of heartless woman are you to be a mother?”
He grabbed my arm. “Come on, let’s go get the baby from your mother’s!”
He pulled me off the bed with such force that I fell beside it.
My knee hit the floor hard, and I couldn’t help but cry out in pain.
Leon froze, instinctively reaching out to help me.
But I shifted away, avoiding his outstretched hand, and stood up by supporting myself against the bed.
After getting dressed, I turned to face him. “Let’s go.”
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He seemed confused by the indifference on my face. “Go where?”
I answered, “To get the baby.”
Opening the door of the Cayenne, I noticed a brand–new child safety seat in the back.
Leon followed my gaze. “I bought that specially to welcome our baby.”
I nodded without saying anything.
Two days ago, Emma had posted the exact same safety seat on social media.
She had written proudly, her words full of showing off: [Daddy carefully selected this child safety seat for Noah–it cost $6,000! The price doesn’t matter; what matters is this fatherly love!)
I knew Leon was lying, but I had no interest in confronting him about it.
ng scent of aromatherapy hit me.
As soon as I got in the car, a strong
I frowned almost imperceptibly.
Noticing this, Leon immediately turned off the diffuser and opened the windows for fresh air.
In the past, I would have been deeply moved, but now I remained expressionless, not even bothering to say thank you.
The first time I’d smelled this aromatherapy in Leon’s car, I had vomited–and now, tighting the churning in my stomach, I pulled out a trash bag and carefully threw up into it.
I was crying from the nausea, and when I looked up, I found Leon watching me
gme with undisguised disgust. “You know Emma and her
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child will be riding in my car later, and you’re making it smell like vomit. Are you deliberately trying to m. things difficult for us?”
I clutched the trash bag, feeling mortified, tears welling up in my eyes. “I’m sorry, the aromatherapy was too strong, and with my morning sickness, I couldn’t help it…”
He smiled coldly, his face like frost. “Emma picked out that aromatherapy. Are you sensitive to the scent, or do you just can’t stand Emma? Julia, drop your petty schemes. Trying to gain my sympathy with these stupid tactics will only make me despise you.”
I
To teach me a lesson, when I got out to throw away the trash bag, he stepped on the gas and drove away.
I was abandoned in the sparsely populated suburbs.
My bag and phone were st
still in
n the car. I couldn’t call a taxi and had to walk ten kilometers home with my pregnant belly.
The memory was too painful to recall.
Chapter 3
