A bowl of chicken soup appeared in my blurred vision and I looked up to find that it was Marlon who had returned exhausted.

His rough thumb wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes.

His voice was a little tired, “You are still the same as before, crying when you are pregnant.”

My memory was a little hazy and I suddenly remembered that pregnancy.

At that time, I was vomiting so much that I could not eat anything, so Marlon learned how to make chicken soup for me to replenish my nutrition.

But the more I supplemented myself, the weaker I became.

I clearly could not eat it, but I could not bear to waste his kindness.

I clearly remembered that when I drank chicken soup for the last time before my miscarriage, Marlon seemed to be hesitant to speak.

I asked him what was wrong, but he hugged me and sobbed, “It's my fault. I made you suffer. I don't want the child anymore. It's just you and me in this life.”

I laughed at him and said he was a fool who loved me.

But I was obviously the stupid one.

How could his pathetic self-esteem allow me to give birth to a child smoothly?

I did not realize that the look of pity in his eyes was more of guilt and a guilty conscience.

It was the repeated repentance for killing his own child with his own hands.

I looked coldly at the man I had loved for twenty years and felt that I had never really understood him.

I could not help sneering in my heart, ‘Marlon, why didn't you discuss this with me?

‘My parents just wanted the first child to take my surname and I would give birth to a second and third child for you.

‘After helping your family change their fate and rise to higher social status, am I not even worthy of having the right to give my child my surname?’

I raised my hand and overturned the chicken soup in his hand. I was shaking with hatred.

‘Marlon, I'll be waiting for you to go crazy in a week,’ I cursed him in my heart.

Marlon frowned as he asked, “What are you doing?”

A thin woman rushed in from the ward door, frantically picking up the thermos on the ground.

“Marlon, don't be angry. Maybe the chicken soup I cooked is not to Margret's liking.”

I was completely stunned.

It turned out that it was not Marlon who came to see me, but he brought his lover to show his affection.

Melanie was very beautiful.

Perhaps because she was taking care of her sick son, she looked a little haggard, but this made her seem even more pitiful.

I touched my face unconsciously.

Youth was fleeting.

I could not make that seductive look anymore.

But Marlon did not notice my disappointment at all.

His attention was all on Melanie. Seeing Melanie was scalded by the thermos, he rushed over impatiently, took the beauty's hand and examined it carefully.

Melanie broke free embarrassedly and glanced in my direction, which made Marlon feel distressed.

Her voice was soft as she said, “Marlon, I'm fine. Margret's health is more important now.” 

As she spoke, she waved towards the door.

A bald little boy walked in.

“Isaias, come quickly and say hello to your aunt.”

The little boy looked very grim and Melanie led him to my bed.

Suddenly he put his hand on my belly.

“Isaias, come and feel it. Your aunt is pregnant with a little brother. He can save your life. Wait a few more months and we won't feel the pain anymore.”

Her words were like poisoned needles piercing my heart. She was trying to kill my child!

Even if I wanted this child, how could I possibly harvest bone marrow from a newborn baby?

My mind went blank and I looked at Marlon.

However, he looked at Melanie and his son with a smile, not thinking that there was anything wrong with what she just said.

Maybe in his heart, he also thought so.

“Marlon. you want to exchange one life for another, right? What are you going to do if the matching is unsuccessful? What if I don't give birth to you?”

Marlon's face turned cold after hearing my questions.

“There is no if, none of what you said will happen.”

“I have a heart condition. Even if I can risk my life to give birth, I’d rather let this child die than watch my own flesh and blood be sacrificed for someone else.”

I pointed at Isaias and completely collapsed.

“Shut up!”

Marlon smashed the water cup in anger, his eyes blazing with anger.

Then he immediately changed his expression, hugged Melanie with heartache and comforted her softly.

Melanie covered Isaias's ears and cried silently on Marlon's shoulder.

Seeing Isaias looking at me in confusion, I felt a little regretful. 

Just as I was about to explain, Melanie burst into tears, “Marlon, it's all my fault. I cannot get pregnant to save our Isaias. 

“Margret is justified in scolding and beating me. I should not have fallen in love with you, but Isaias is just a child. He is innocent. If possible, I wish I was the one who got sick.

“I did not cook the chicken soup for any other reason. Margret has never been pregnant. I just hope she can get some nutrition. 

“I understand why you brought me here today. You want me to face reality. You did not have the heart to tell me that she did not want to save Isaias, right? 

“Marlon, it's okay. This is Isaias and my life."

The gentle offensive took effect immediately. Marlon looked flustered in a way I had never seen him look before.

He hugged Melanie's shoulders tightly and kept promising, “Melanie, listen to me. I won't let you have any wild thoughts. I promise you that Isaias will be fine.

“I love you, I love Isaias, have you forgotten? Our family is going to travel to Europe. I will definitely save our son. If the matching is unsuccessful this time, I will find a way to have another child.

“I, Marlon, am rich and powerful. Even the Devil of Hell would not dare to take my son's life!”

His words were a reassurance to Melanie, but a fatal call to me.

He seemed to have forgotten long ago that his money, his power and everything he had were given by me.

He took away everything I had and that time he wanted to squeeze out every last bit of my value.

my voice turned cold as I said, “Stop torturing each other, Marlon, let's part ways in peace.”

Marlon seemed not to hear me.

After he placed Melanie and Isaias in the hospital's VIP ward, he came back to see me.

“Don't say this kind of thing in front of Melanie in the future. She will blame herself.”

I responded to his silence. 

Watching me like this, he continued, “Margret, I know you are angry. But talking too much about divorce between husband and wife will only hurt each other's feelings. You know, I will never divorce you.

“Everyone knows that I, Marlon, can be where I am today thanks to the support of my father-in-law and I am equally grateful. Which man in my position does not have a few female confidantes? I promise that you are the only one who will be my wife.” 

“Is this a gift to me?” I sneered.

The innocent boy whom I once loved so deeply, had turned into an arrogant man without knowing when.

Yes, I was just a tool for him to maintain his persona.