My heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an icy hand, the pain almost suffocating me. Considering his needs? He personally fed our son cashews, orchestrated the car accident to remove my bone marrow, and now he wants to bring someone else's child into the family, gradually replacing Leo. Is this what you call "considering his needs"?
He was so immersed in his role that he probably even believed his own feigned fatherly love. Looking at the calculation in his eyes, a metallic taste rose in my throat, but I forcibly suppressed it. When I spoke again, my voice was as calm as still water, devoid of any emotion: "Okay, I understand. You can arrange it."
Liam instantly breathed a sigh of relief, even bursting into tears of joy, and leaned down to kiss my forehead fiercely. The kiss carried the scent of his cedarwood, but it only made my stomach churn. I stiffened, forcing a docile smile, but my eyes were desolate—my heart had already been shattered the moment I overheard the conversation in the study and saw his indulgence of Vanessa.