Fiona also knelt down in front of me with a thud.

“Nicole, please, I truly love Brother Michael. Please let me have a child for Michael.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll leave after giving birth and never see him again.” Michael panicked, he grabbed Fiona and roared,

“Fiona, I won’t let you leave! You promised to be with me and help us take the law firm international! Have you forgotten?”

“If you leave, I’ll shut down the firm and haunt you to the ends of the earth!”

He turned angrily at me,

“Nicole, I know I owe you so much. Fiona is innocent. If you insist on forcing her away, then let’s get a divorce.”

“I gave you fame, status, and a comfortable life. Do you think you can have everything you have today without me?”

Only at that moment did I realize how much pain my father felt when I knelt down and berated him for being heartless.

That day, I ran out of the hotel in tears, leaving them there embracing and comforting each other.

How could I swallow this? I ran to the law firm and smashed their office.

I threw all of Fiona’s belongings at the door and posted a sign on the entrance that read, “Bitches and dogs are not allowed.”

I told my clients about Fiona, detailing her heartlessness and shamelessness.

I called each client individually, recounting Fiona’s depraved character.

But Michael only needed one phone call to land me at the police station.

With his current status and power, a single curse word could be used to draw up legal charges, ranging from personal attack to psychological harm, let alone my blatant attack on Fiona.

He crushed me like an ant.

In court, I was pathetic and furious, like a madman, my eyes bloodshot as he listed my crimes one by one.

Then he easily convicted me.

In the end, he pleaded with the judge for leniency, sentencing me to only three months in prison. My reputation was ruined; a well-known lawyer in Everton City was imprisoned for publicly defaming and spreading rumors about someone.

That day, Michael handed me a divorce agreement, coldly saying,

“Sign it. I can’t let my child be an illegitimate child.”

“Don’t worry, as long as you sincerely admit your mistakes and live peacefully with Fiona from now on, I won’t mistreat you.”

I threw the divorce agreement at his face, telling him that unless I died, Fiona would forever be a mistress who couldn’t see the light of day.

Michael looked at me expressionlessly, placing a document in front of me,

“If you want your uncle’s soul to be restless because of you, then you don’t have to sign.”

After Michael became successful, he moved my father’s tomb from the mountains to the most luxurious cemetery. Because he handled everything, the grave was in his name.

If he wanted, he could indeed dig up the bones and scatter the ashes.

That day, I wanted to slap him, to ask him how he could treat my father like this. He was his savior; how could he do this?

In the end, I signed it with red eyes.

Because I had already caused his death with my willfulness; I couldn’t let him suffer in the afterlife.

To warn me, Michael used some extreme measures, transferring the entire law firm to Fiona’s name. He even offered to saddle me with massive debts, forcing me to grovel before Fiona.

Being in prison, I was no match for him and had to leave with nothing.

Michael perfectly inherited his father’s genes—decisive, ruthless, and calculating.

He didn’t force me to kneel before Fiona; he simply left me room to maneuver, hoping that after suffering in society, I would obediently return to beg him.

At that time, whether I became his wife or concubine, it was all up to him.

Three months later, I was released from prison. Michael and Fiona had already held their wedding.

A custom-made, diamond-encrusted wedding dress from France, the starry sky setting of Silverlake Estate—it was breathtakingly beautiful, showing the owner’s utmost care.

Seeing the wedding gift he once gave me transformed into someone else’s bridal chamber, I burned it down.

...When Frederick Blake returned, I was still lost in thought.

A warm hand wrapped around me from behind, just like when he took my hand as we stepped across the ocean years ago.

“Director Miller called me, we’re having a baby.” The man nestled contentedly in my ear, his warm breath lingering around it.

I turned and snuggled into his warm embrace, softly humming in agreement, closing my eyes to breathe and compose myself.

“I’m thinking of throwing a celebration banquet tomorrow, inviting my older sister and the others to join in the fun.”

I smiled; it had indeed been a long time since I’d seen my older sister.

Back then, she was still my client, embroiled in a divorce battle. She was a tearful, resentful woman then; who would have thought she’d become a renowned female CEO in Everton City?

It was because of my tireless investigation that she won her case, and we became like sisters.

When I was sent to prison again, it was she who paid for my bail, took me away from that painful place, and introduced me to her younger brother who was busy expanding into new markets abroad.

Frederick acted immediately, sitting on the bed with my arm around him while making a phone call with a grin.

Before long, all the relatives in the Blake family, including the big yellow dog across the ocean, knew about it.

Three days later, at Starmoon Manor, all the prominent figures in Everton City arrived, and the hall was piled high with flowers and gifts.

When my eldest sister arrived, everyone was surrounding me, teasing me to see what gift Frederick had brought.

I unwrapped the package, which was taller than a person, and discovered it was a blood-red jade coral.

As everyone gasped in surprise, my eldest sister’s teasing voice rang out,

“You brat, you went to the trouble of lighting a sky lantern to take a picture of this, just to win...”

“Good wife, no wonder you wouldn’t give me what I wanted.” I turned around and smiled,

“Big sister,…” Our eyes met, and I realized Michael was holding Fiona, staring at me in shock.

He was holding a gift.

“Nicole, you’re the sister-in-law Mr. Blake mentioned?”