After being away for three years on a special mission, I saw a prenatal examination report on the passenger seat of my CEO wife's Maybach.

Fiona Geller told me, "My sister died so young. I must leave her a child. It's just a test-tube baby with my brother-in-law. It's not an affair."

The brother-in-law in question, Phillip Stanton, sent Fiona's pregnancy photos to my parents, mocking me for using his sperm to produce a baby with Fiona.

My parents suffered a heart attack upon learning the news and were hospitalized.

Fiona looked aggrieved. "Don't get so worked up, honey. One of the twins can have your surname!"

I looked at her, completely giving up hope. I then called the unit.

"Is the medicine working?" Fiona Geller's voice rang beside me.

"It's working very well. Mr. Silton will be unconscious for at least six hours." Her assistant sounded worried.

"Has the consent form been signed?" Fiona asked.

"Yes, I stamped it with Mr. Silton's fingerprint while he was unconscious. But Ms. Geller, this medicine has strong side effects and can damage liver function."

"I have no choice but to do it for my sister." Fiona sighed. "She passed away too soon. As her older sister, I have the obligation to leave her a child."

Her assistant hesitated. "Ms. Geller, isn't it too cruel to treat Mr. Silton like this? Thinking you still loved him, he deliberately came back to celebrate your birthday..."

"Three years ago, Timothy risked his life to protect me. How could I not love him?"

She touched my forehead, and her voice became gentle. "I'll spend the rest of my life with Timothy. I'm just having a child for someone else. It's not cheating."

The drug began to take effect, and I felt my consciousness becoming increasingly blurred.

When I opened my eyes again...

"Honey! You're finally awake!" Fiona immediately rushed to my bedside, her eyes filled with worry. "You suddenly felt unwell last night. You scared me to death."

If it were not for the conversation I heard last night, I would definitely have been moved.

"The doctor said you're physically exhausted. I've canceled all my work to take care of you for these few days." She gently massaged my temples. "Rest well. Don't think about anything. I'll make you some soup to help you recover."

If I had not known the truth, I would have thought I was the happiest man in the world. Now, this false tenderness was tearing my heart apart.

Fiona brought over a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup. "Honey, you look so pale. You have to drink it all."

She fed me spoonful by spoonful. The aroma was enticing. It seemed she had put a lot of effort into it, but I tasted that familiar bitterness. It was that drug again!

I pretended to swallow before secretly spitting it into the vase on the bedside table when she turned away. Seeing that I had finished, she smiled with satisfaction. "Sleep. I'll go downstairs to clean the kitchen. I won't disturb you."

She gently wiped my mouth, closed the door, and left.

I lay in bed, listening to her footsteps as she went downstairs. Then came a familiar male voice. "Fiona, how did it go?"

It was her brother-in-law, Phillip Stanton.

My heart clenched instantly.

"He's already asleep."

"So, we can..."

"Yeah, let's go to the guest room. It's soundproof."

Fiona's voice carried a hint of urgency as she and Phillip walked into the adjacent room.

Her increasingly labored breathing mixed with the creaking of the bed frame. Each sound felt like a hammer hitting my heart.

I bit my lip hard as my eyes gradually turned red. I did not know how much time had passed, but the next room eventually became quiet.

"We should be more careful. Don't let Timothy find out."

Phillip scoffed. "Relax, he loves you so much. What can he do even if he finds out?"

Fiona's voice carried a touch of guilt. "Don't say that... He's a good person. I don't want to hurt him."

I closed my eyes and sneered. In their eyes, I was just a fool they could manipulate at will.

When Fiona pushed open my room door, her face was still flushed.

I pretended to have just woken up. "Fiona? Where were you?"

"Honey, there's something I want to discuss with you." She sat on the edge of the bed. "You know my sister died suddenly in a car accident. She didn't even leave a child. It's so pitiful. She loved babies more than anything. I don't want her to leave with any regrets, so I've decided to have a child with Phillip through IVF. You'll understand, right?"

She caressed my cheek with the same hand that had just been caressing another man.

"IVF? Or did you two already..." I suppressed the anger surging inside me.

She immediately grasped my hands, her eyes brimming with sincerity. "Honey! How could you think of me like that? How could I ever betray you? You're the love of my life!"

Tears welled in her eyes. "It's purely a medical surgery to give my sister a child. I swear, there's nothing between us!"

What masterful acting. She had just stepped out of another man's bed and could already utter such words in the blink of an eye.

"Honey, remember. I'll only ever love you!" She hugged me tightly, but I could smell the odors on her.

I closed my eyes, fighting back nausea.

Fiona's parents, Henry Geller and Carrie Fraser, came at dinner time.

"Good boy. You've suffered these days." Henry patted Phillip's shoulder. "You've put in a lot of effort to leave Freda a child."

"Don't say that, Henry. I love Freda the most. I'm willing to do it for her and the Geller family." Phillip looked sad, but his eyes wandered toward Fiona.

"Fortunately, we have Fiona." Carrie held her daughter's hand. "We must leave a child for Freda."

I ate my meal silently, my heart feeling like it had been torn apart.

"Timothy is such a good man." Phillip suddenly looked at me. "Not every husband can be so... tolerant."

He deliberately emphasized the word 'tolerant', his eyes full of mockery.

Carrie glanced at me coldly. "Timothy has no talent, but he's obedient."

Fiona immediately defended me, saying, "Mom, don't say that. Timothy is hardworking."

Henry scoffed. "Hardworking? What can a normal employee provide for you, Fiona? Phillip drives a Ferrari and lives in a villa, while Timothy can't even afford a decent watch."

I clenched my fists. Due to my special identity, I had not told them my real job, but the money I transferred to them every month had never been less.

"Dad, speak less," Fiona advised before turning to me. "Honey, my dad's just outspoken. Don't take it to heart."

I put down my cutlery. "I have to go."

Henry roared, "Sit down! Who told you to leave?"

"There's something urgent at work."

"What sort of urgent matters could there be at a run-down private company?" Carrie scoffed. "You're just a lowly employee. How dare you say there's something urgent?"

"Let me give you a ride." Phillip suddenly stood up. "I was going out anyway."

I wanted to refuse, but Henry said, "That's great. Timothy, you can learn a lot from your brother-in-law."

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Sitting in Phillip's luxury car, I was tense.

Phillip said as he drove, "Timothy, are you alright? You don't look too good."

I was silent.

"You know what?" Phillip glanced at me through the rearview mirror. "Fiona feels really good."

My blood froze instantly.

"Even though she and Freda are twins, they feel completely different." He licked his lips. "Freda's wilder, and Fiona's gentler."

"Shut up!" I gritted my teeth.

"What? Angry?" Phillip laughed. "I was just sharing my experience with you."

"It's a pity Freda's dead, or I'd really like to try having a threesome. Timothy, have you tried? Of course, with your abilities, you probably couldn't even satisfy one."

I jumped up and punched him in the face. Phillip was caught off guard, and blood gushed from his nose.

"Have you lost your mind?" he roared, clutching his nose.

Instead of answering, I threw another punch. Years of special forces training had given me reflexes and strength far beyond that of ordinary people. Although Phillip was tall and strong, he was like a child in front of me.

"You'll regret this." He glared at me, his eyes filled with malice.