After we married, he was so excited he couldn’t sleep for days.
I took him to see a herbalist, and Liam insisted I get a check–up too.
The old herbalist immediately knew I had severe uterine coldness and gave me a huge bag of herbal medicine.
Liam forced me to drink it every day.
“Aria, for the sake of never having to take painkillers during your period again, drink this medicine diligently for a month!”
Every day, he would stand before me with a piece of candy, like a little teacher, supervising me as I drank the medicine.
But the herbal medicine was incredibly bitter, making me gag repeatedly.
Even when I wasn’t drinking the medicine, I found myself nauseous.
One day, I was again throwing up in the bathroom sink.
Liam, worried, patted my back.
“Aria, that old herbalist must be a quack!”
Let’s go to my uncle’s hospital.”
He dragged me to the hospital.
I registered for a gastroscopy but the nurse led me to get an ultrasound instead.
The moment I got the report, my head spun.
9:52 AM
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I was pregnant again.
“Your uterine coldness is quite severe, but it’s still possible to get pregnant,” the doctor said, shaking her head with a smile when she saw me
frozen in disbelief.
Liam happily hugged me and spun me around.
Then, afraid of hurting me, he quickly put me down.
After returning from the hospital, Liam meticulously investigated.
It turned out Declan suffered from low sperm count.
Because my severe uterine coldness was common knowledge, everyone had always assumed my infertility was my fault.
No wonder even Seraphina, who claimed boundless fertility, had to use a sperm donor.
Everything suddenly became clear, but it didn’t matter now.
I just wanted to focus on giving birth to my baby.
Under Liam’s maneuvering, Declan, already in decline, soon faced his company’s bankruptcy.
I heard he was working as a volunteer at an orphanage.
He was discovered abusing children there and was sent to a psychiatric hospital.
Seraphina was left alone with her eight children.
She went back to her old profession.
But with so many children, it was impossible to manage.
She resorted to prostitution.
Her clients were increasingly depraved.
Finally, one day, she was found dead in a hotel bed.
Her body was covered in bruises and whip marks.
Her lower body was filled with various bottles.
Her children were sent to the orphanage.
Having grown accustomed to a life of luxury, the child
Several of them climbed the walls and ra
They survived on the streets by stealing.
away ka
Eventually, they were caught and sent to prison.
couldn’t stomach the meager meals at the orphanage.
watched Liam animatedly recounting how these people got what they deserved.
I just smiled.
“The baby kicked me.”
“Let me feel! Quick!”
