Ally's subsequent words shocked Calla to the core. "Mr. Garland really cares about you. When the workers called him, he immediately phoned me and asked me to head over to the hospital. "He also took the earliest flight back to Riverford and sat by your bed throughout the night. He didn't even take a sip of water." Calla couldn't close her mouth that had fallen open in surprise. She stared at Ally while asking in disbelief, "What?" Now that she'd thought about it, Mercer's eyes were indeed rather reddish. When she looked outside, she realized that the sun had already risen. This meant that she'd slept for a day and a half. Ally's eyes gleamed in admiration as she gushed, "You have no idea how nervous Mr. Garland was while you were being examined. It was the first time I've ever seen him so frazzled." Calla appeared to have morphed into a teenage girl as she puckered her lips and complained, "Since he was so worried about me, why did he scold me so fiercely when I woke up?" C
"Yes, Mr. Garland." The woman nodded and walked away to set the table. Based on this woman's appearance and tone, Calla deduced that she was probably a maid. Once again, she thought that Mercer was quite a thoughtful man. He knew that Calla would need to rest in bed for a few days, so he hired a maid to do chores around the residence.Within seconds, Calla's anger dissipated. This was because she'd realized something after getting to know Mercer; although his mood changed as quickly as the weather, and he had a short fuse as well as a sharp tongue, he was a kind person. He frequently considered problems from other people's perspectives. He just didn't know how to express his feelings. There wasn't a need to get angry at someone like that. He wouldn't react to her outbursts, and she'd just be a victim of her own anger. There were three dishes on the table: roasted pork ribs, garlic butter green beans, and mashed potato respectively. There was also a ceramic pot of clam chowder.
Calla was rather shy about it, her cheeks flushing red. She decided to ask, "Jasmine, who are Mercer's other family members?" In truth, she was very intrigued by Mercer's family. His parents were notable figures and must've laid out many rules for him. Jasmine only dared to join Mercer at the dinner table when they weren't at Garland Mansion.When Calla had nothing to do, she'd think about whether he had siblings, and how they were doing. Jasmine asked in surprise, "Has Mr. Garland never told you?" Calla paused for a second and hurriedly said, "You know, Mercer is… unwilling to talk about his family." Jasmine nodded in agreement. "That's because of his temper." Calla sighed in relief. It looked like she hadn't misjudged.After a moment, Jasmine explained, "His grandparents have already passed. Only Mr. and Mrs. Garland Senior remain in the house. His sister, Olivia, is studying abroad, while Mr. Garland seldom returns. Thus, it's quiet at the residence." Calla nodded. "Oh
Just like that, Calla cracked up whenever she thought about his outfit all afternoon. Although she laughed at him so heartily, she didn't dare to disobey his instructions. She moved into the master bedroom sometime later in the day. Earlier that morning, when Jasmine came over to clean, she asked in confusion, "Ms. Sherman, are you and Mr. Garland sleeping in separate rooms?" Looking at the surprise on Jasmine's face, Calla explained in a hurry, "My pregnancy symptoms have been acting up, and I haven't slept well recently. Mercer snores sometimes, and it affects my sleep. Thus, I move into the smaller bedroom to sleep when he starts snoring." Jasmine replied, "So that's what's happened. You're at a unique stage in your pregnancy. You shouldn't allow this to go on for too long. The love between a married couple will dissolve when you sleep in separate beds, you see." After half a day of getting to know each other, Calla found that Jasmine was a talkative person. She was a capa
Mercer glared at Calla and snapped, "One of my business partners asked me if I'm underpaying my stylist."Calla couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter. Mercer frowned. His features were twisted, and he looked extremely uncomfortable as he demanded, "Why are you laughing?" It was the first time Calla had seen him like that. She was scared that she had genuinely pissed him off. Thus, she bit back her giggles."Your outfit today is a little colorful, but it's not ugly at all. It just doesn't match your vibe. I bought all of those pieces for you to wear with your black suits. Look, this sky blue shirt would look great with your black jacket, and the red tie would stand out against your black shirt. The grey jacket would smoothen your edges when paired with a white shirt." Mercer seemed to have accepted Calla's explanation. He even walked to the mirror and held the clothes up to check how her suggestions would look. When she saw that Mercer's mood had somewhat improved,
"I've told my parents about our marriage. They would like to meet you. Prepare yourself and pack your belongings. We'll set off early tomorrow morning." Calla was left dumbstruck by his text. Was she about to meet her parents-in-law? She wasn't mentally prepared for that at all! After replying to Mercer's text with an 'Alright', she put her slippers on and scampered away to look for Jasmine. Looking at the single word, he could imagine Calla's bewilderment and couldn't help but smile. He chuckled out loud this time. The senior managers around the table were surprised by the smile on his face. Mercer had always been reserved, plus the meeting today was one of extreme importance. It seemed like his thoughts had strayed from the matter at hand multiple times already. At this moment, the senior manager doing his presentation put down the files in his hands and announced, "Mr. Garland, I've finished my report." Mercer came to his senses and hastily put his phone away. He sat up
Afterward, Calla prepared to go out despite Jasmine's fervent disapproval. Jasmine was responsible for Calla's well-being, after all. She wouldn't let Calla leave and stopped her by the door. "Mrs. Garland, Mr. Garland said you aren't allowed to leave the residence. If I let you out, he'll reprimand me later." As Calla put on her shoes, she explained, "I'll bear the consequences. Jasmine, I don't have appropriate clothes to visit my parents-in-law. You know how important first impressions are. Do you want me to become a thorn in their eye?" Jasmine thought for a moment and eventually relented. She could only insist, "I'll go with you. If anything happens, at least there'll be someone to take care of you." Calla exclaimed, "Jasmine, you're wonderful!" Soon, the two went to the mall.In the span of one afternoon, Calla bought multiple sets of clothing, a few pairs of shoes, and many bags. She used Mercer's card to pay for all of them, of course. After all, she was going to vis
Calla made Jasmine blush with those questions. Jasmine immediately switched the topic and advised, "Go upstairs and explain yourself to Mr. Garland. Tell him that you went shopping in preparation to visit his parents." Jasmine stuffed the bags on the couch into Calla's hands, then pushed her up the stairs. Well, she had no choice but to obey Mercer's loyal helper. Calla stood in front of the bedroom with her arms full. After a moment of hesitation, she thought that going in just like that would be rather embarrassing. Thus, she turned around and headed to the other bedroom. At this moment, the door to the master bedroom opened suddenly. Calla turned to see Mercer standing there with an icy expression on his face. Her hands trembled and the bags fell onto the floor. Calla stumbled as she exclaimed, "Oh no!" When Mercer saw that, he stepped forward and circled Calla's waist with an arm. He asked in concern, "Are you alright?" Calla placed a hand on her forehead and said, "I
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