"I said Harlan is better than you. He is a hundred times, a thousand times better than you. Is that enough?" Anger had stripped Calla of her rationality at this point. She was shouting at Mercer at the top of her lungs.Calla's words made Mercer's veins bulge, and his eyes grew cold. She watched as he breathed heavily. She felt some satisfaction from having dealt him a harsh blow. Yet fear dominated her emotions as his icy countenance terrified her.Mercer tightened his grip on Calla's shoulders, and her face contorted in pain. But she stubbornly only frowned, refusing to cry out or show any sign of weakness."Do you realize you're pregnant? You're carrying my child, and yet you go out to mess around with other men. Are you even fit to be a wife or a mother? Don't you know you're a married woman?" Mercer roared at her.Calla was shaken so violently that she felt dizzy. Her shoulder blades felt like they were about to be crushed under his grip. She instinctively used both hands
Life had to go on regardless. Zoey had changed majors, and her aspirations were clear. She aimed to become a certified public accountant and even asked for a few basic accounting books for herself.Calla struggled to get up, but still grabbed her bag to head out. In truth, she was intentionally defying Mercer's authority. He didn't want her to leave the residence, so she was determined to go out—acting out of spite.Seeing Calla putting on her shoes in the foyer, Jasmine hurried over to stop her. "Mrs. Garland, you can't go out. Mr. Garland gave specific instructions not to let you.""He has no right to restrict my freedom." Calla ignored Jasmine and continued putting on her shoes.Out of desperation, Jasmine stood in the doorway, spreading her arms to block Calla's path. "Mrs. Garland, what if Mr. Garland blames me? I can't bear the consequences.""If he gets wind of this, tell him to come to me. I'll handle it," Calla said. She pushed past Jasmine and left without looking back.
"It seems your ex-girlfriend didn't tell you she came to see me," Calla said coldly."Sophie came to see you?" Mercer looked surprised as he reached out and grabbed Calla's wrist."Don't touch me!" Calla tried to shake his hand off.Mercer held her hand firmly but without the bone-crushing force he used yesterday.The next moment, Mercer suddenly grinned."What's so funny?" Calla thought he was extremely unpredictable. Moments ago, he had been yelling loudly enough to bring the roof down. Now, he was laughing."You're jealous!" Mercer said. His eyes fixed on Calla."You... What nonsense are you talking about? Who's jealous?" His words made Calla flustered. She hurriedly denied it but didn't dare look into his eyes—because he was right. Her reactions these past few days had been driven by jealousy. But besides a marriage that was only in name, what right did she have to be jealous? He didn't love her.Calla's reaction pleased Mercer a little. He reached out to grab her chi
"Yes. Can I help you?" Calla nodded, not recognizing the girl.The girl pulled out an ID card from her bag, glanced at it, then looked up to compare the picture with Calla's face before smiling. "You stayed at our hotel a week ago. You were in a rush and left your ID at the front desk."Realization suddenly hit Calla as she looked at the ID the girl handed over.Calla had cried her heart out when Sophie visited her that day. Alicia called her right then. Instead of meeting outside, they found a hotel near the cafe where they could stay for the afternoon.As Calla hadn't needed her ID in the past few days, she didn't even realize she had left it at the hotel."Thank you. By the way, how did you know I live here?" Calla accepted the ID and asked curiously.The girl put on a small smile. "The hotel is nearby. I saw you enter this neighborhood when I passed by last time, so I asked the security guard at the entrance. He told me your unit number.""I see," Calla said gratefully. Losi
Mercer seemed to recall something the next moment. He let go of Calla's hand, stormed over to the couch, and grabbed Calla's bag before fishing out her phone."What are you doing with my phone?" Calla asked, unsure of Mercer's intentions. She moved to snatch it back.Mercer raised his arm, making it impossible for Calla to reach the phone. After a brief struggle, she realized she couldn't get it back no matter what. Knowing there were no secrets on her phone, she crossed her arms over her chest and sat on the couch, deciding not to fight.However, her initial attempt to take the phone made Mercer even more suspicious. He opened the phone, first checking the messages and then the call log.When he saw the call log, Mercer's expression grew darker. He held the phone to Calla's face, demanding, "What's this?"Calla glanced dismissively at the call log. It showed Harlan's name. There were five or six calls between them over the past few days.Knowing Mercer was jumping to conclusio
Mercer's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he noticed everything happening from the corner of his eye.The car continued to drive out to the suburbs and suddenly took the winding road up Butterfly Hill, a well-known location outside Riverford.Seeing the car heading up the mountain, Calla exclaimed in surprise, "Why are you taking me to Butterfly Hill?"Mercer, resting with his eyes closed, ignored Calla's question.Calla had no choice but to address Simon, who was driving. "Mr. Beck, stop the car. I want to get out!"With a conflicted expression, Simon replied, "Mrs. Garland, I can't stop the car without Mr. Garland's orders."Calla's face turned pale with anger at those words. However, she knew there was nothing she could do. She decided to remain silent and see what Mercer was up to.After more than half an hour on the road, the car—nearing the summit—suddenly turned into what appeared to be a neighborhood of villas.Located at the peak of Butterfly Hill, the area was dense with
As Mercer said, Jasmine arrived at the mountain villa with Calla's personal belongings that evening.Jasmine cooked egg pasta for Calla's dinner. However, Calla was too angry to have any appetite.Dawn arrived after a restless night.Calla stood by the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, overlooking the entire courtyard. As the weather in the mountains was much colder than in the city, she had a robe draped over her shoulders. The rays from the morning sun in the mountains were particularly beautiful and serene, but she was in no mood to appreciate it.The Othopian-styled villa had luxurious decor and furniture. Even the crystal glasses for drinking water were imported. The floors were covered with wool rugs. Although it was midsummer in Riverford, it was damp and cold on the mountaintop. At night, Calla had to cover herself with thick blankets to stay warm.Mercer had certainly found an exquisite cage to lock her in.Besides loneliness and solitude, Calla also felt
Raising her eyes to look at the pitch-black sky outside, Calla wondered how she was going to get through this long night on an empty stomach. If she had known this protest would be so difficult, she would have hidden some food in the residence in advance, so she could sneak a bit at night and not feel so miserable.Calla touched her belly and quietly comforted the baby inside her. "My child, you must hold on! It's all your foolish mother's fault for not having a proper strategy."Seeing Calla continue her resistance, Jasmine finally had no choice but to leave the room with the food. Calla could only look out into the endless night and sigh.When Calla's stomach was growling with hunger at around 8:30 pm, there was suddenly the sound of heavy footsteps outside, and then the door was kicked open.Startled, Calla looked up, only to see Mercer glumly storming in.Mercer's first sentence upon getting to the bedside was, "Are you using my child as an excuse for you to act out?"Calla
Seeing Pierre's expression, Calla realized that a few words wouldn't dispel his suspicions. She reached into her bag, unzipped it, and pulled out the knife.Pierre's eyes widened as he noticed the gleaming knife Calla was pulling out of her bag. He furrowed his brows in concern. "What are you—"Calla explained, "Mercer told me that Casper is my son, that he wasn't stillborn as I was told. I didn't believe him at first, but I was afraid he might be telling the truth, so I went to his house to see him."But I was afraid he might have ulterior motives toward me. As a woman, I'm naturally no match for him. In a moment of desperation, I had to grab this knife from the kitchen for protection. If he dared to do anything to me, I wouldn't have hesitated to use it on him."Her expression was intense, reflecting her genuine fear and resolve.Pierre looked deeply at Calla, then gently touched her cheek. He took the knife from her hand and placed it on a nearby table.Calla then rushed into
Suddenly feeling Mercer's hand on her shoulder, Calla instinctively recoiled. She swatted away his hand and shouted, "Don't touch me, Mercer!"The harm he had caused her was too profound. Even though she now understood his desperate reasons, she still felt immense aversion toward him."Fine, I won't touch you." Mercer retracted his hands and left them suspended in the air."Don't think you can use Casper to threaten me, Mercer. I will never be manipulated by you!" Calla shouted at him.Mercer's expression turned pained at her words. He took a step back, and his eyes filled with profound anguish. "Do you really see me as someone who would use my own son as a bargaining chip?""Yes," Calla replied sternly.Mercer's body swayed slightly, then he turned away in dejection. "If that's the case, then you should leave."Seeing his forlorn figure, Calla felt a pang of sadness, but she couldn't bring herself to trust him again. She turned and walked out of the house.She stumbled out of
At this moment, Mercer clenched his fists. Even with his resolute nature, his eyes seemed misty."This is where I feel most sorry toward you and Clover. Clover is my daughter too. Of course, I wanted her to come into this world healthy. But I couldn't let Casper disappear from this world either."His condition worsened so severely at that time. I was afraid he wouldn't make it to your due date, so I had to take drastic measures..." Mercer struck his fist hard against the wall.Seeing the despondent and remorseful Mercer before her, Calla felt a twinge of compassion, but she still couldn't accept all his explanations.Glancing at the reports in front of her, Calla placed her hand on her cheek. She could feel her fingers trembling.Suddenly, she looked up and asked, "You kept searching for me in Greendale to get me pregnant so you could use the baby's umbilical cord blood to save Casper?"From the timeline Mercer had explained, Casper's condition must have been severe by then.Cal
Mercer smiled bitterly. "I knew that you wouldn't believe me, so I prepared a copy of Casper's medical reports. You can take a look." He pulled out several thick envelopes and set them on the coffee table. Calla frowned upon seeing those envelopes which were all an inch thick. She opened one of them and flipped through the documents inside, frowning as she read. The envelope held reports of Casper's hospitalization in both the city and state hospitals, spanning two years, starting from when Casper was a year old. They were records of Casper's illness and his recovery process.Calla couldn't help thinking about his adorable, chubby face, and she felt her heart clench. She wondered how Casper had managed to triumph over his illness after two years. She couldn't even fathom how painful and difficult the process must have been.Suddenly, Calla noticed something in Casper's surgery reports—a note about how a newborn baby's umbilical cord blood was miraculously compatible with Casper.
"My heart is already in pieces because of you. So what if I hit, cursed, or even stabbed you now? What's the point of doing all that? I beg this of you, Mercer, please let me live my life quietly and stop bothering me!"Stop making up all these ridiculous justifications too. I'm tired—exhausted! I don't want to deal with you anymore," Calla sobbed, tears running down her face.She knew that she shouldn't have cried in front of him. It wasn't just a sign of her weakness, it might also fuel his assumption that she still cared for him. However, she couldn't control it. Whenever she thought of the suffering she'd gone through in the past couple of years, tears ran uncontrollably down her face."I want nothing more than for you to let me tell you the truth in its entirety. I want you and Casper to not miss out on the chance to reconnect as mother and son. "I promise that I'll respect your choice once I'm done telling you everything, and I won't bother you again in the future!" Mercer l
Calla's eyes widened as she remembered everything that had happened in the past. She stumbled over her words as she said, "B-But we were going to get married after we were back on good terms with each other, and I'd already met Casper at that point. Why didn't you tell me about him back then?"Mercer looked at Calla meaningfully. "Do you remember when I told you, on the day we were about to get our marriage certificate, that I had a big surprise for you?"Calla thought about it, then nodded. He had indeed said that he'd prepared a big gift for her. Could the gift have been Casper?Facing Calla's doubtful look, Mercer nodded. "Yes. I wanted to tell you after we received our marriage certificates, but I didn't expect something else to happen on that day."Calla sneered. "'Something else' is a nice way of putting it. You didn't go to get the marriage certificates done with me, because you chose to hold a press conference with Sophie instead, announcing your marriage with her."When
Mercer's face fell. He sat on an armchair before asking Calla, "Do you dislike me that much? Are you not even willing to stay by my side for one minute?""I don't dislike you—I hate you. Also, one minute is too long—I can't even bear to stay by your side for one second!" Calla replied without hesitation.As memories—filled with love and resentment alike—flashed in Calla's mind, she felt an intense hatred for Mercer. If not for Casper, she would never have stepped inside this place again, much less take a seat across Mercer to have a conversation.Calla's words hurt Mercer. He sat there for a while with his head lowered before lighting up a cigarette and taking a long drag.Calla couldn't help coughing when the acrid smell of smoke entered her nose. Realizing that he'd made her cough, Mercer quickly stubbed the cigarette in his ashtray. Calla didn't want to waste any more time with him. She asked impatiently, "Why did you have me come here? Who is the woman you had Casper with?"
Calla finished getting ready, slung her bag over her shoulder, and walked over to Clover. She gave her a quick peck on the cheek and then turned to Fiona. "Fiona, I'm going out to meet a friend.""Okay," Fiona replied with a smile, then continued feeding Clover some water.Calla left the apartment and was about to press the elevator button when Pierre emerged from the opposite door."Hey, aren't you supposed to be off work today? Where are you going this early?" Pierre asked, noticing Calla was heading out."Oh, I'm meeting Alicia. She's going back to work tomorrow, so we're hanging out later," Calla replied hastily, avoiding eye contact with Pierre. She had never been good at lying."She's going to be your bridesmaid. It's only right to express our gratitude," Pierre said with a smile, walking into the elevator with Calla."Where are you meeting her? I can give you a ride," Pierre offered."We're meeting at the department store. It's not on your way, so you should get going. I'
Calla was initially certain that Mercer's goal was to use Casper to ruin her marriage with Pierre.But as the night wore on, Calla's doubts grew. She couldn't shake the feeling that maybe—just maybe—Mercer was telling the truth. Perhaps Casper was indeed her child, the one she had given birth to all those years ago.She couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. What if her child had not died? What if he was still alive and well?As the first light of dawn crept into the room, Calla made a decision. She would go see Mercer, no matter what his motives were. She had to get to the bottom of it.Calla gazed at Clover, who was still fast asleep. She gently stroked her daughter's cheek. "Clover, don't you think it would be wonderful to have an older brother to share your toys and adventures with?Clover's chubby face didn't move. Calla's eyes lingered on her for a moment before she spoke again. "I have to get to the bottom of this no matter what the outcome is. I have to find out if Casp