She turned to me with a fake smile. “I heard Emily’s birthday is next week. How about we celebrate it together? Maybe it’s time Emily officially acknowledges his ancestry.”
Because Charles' parents thought it shameful that I married Charles, almost no one knew about our wedding, and they refused to let us register our marriage.
To this day, Emily lives with me but has no official name or status.
This was the one thing I cared about most. I had raised it many times with the Shaw family, only to be met with silence.
Sophie took my arm gently. “When the time comes, we’ll register Emily’s household registration.”
I said nothing.
Charles glanced at me impatiently but reluctantly nodded at Sophie’s request.
I turned and walked away. Behind me, I heard their whispered conversation.
“Sophie, I told you, Grace was your ex-wife and your stepsister. Please don’t treat her like this all the time. Just for my sake, okay?” Sophie’s voice was soft.
Charles sneered. “She’s always been good at playing the victim. Do you really believe her?”
I didn’t stay any longer. I hurried back to the clinic.
The doctor treating Emily was an old friend of Charles’s.