Ethan kneaded Nora's shoulders, shooting me a provocative smirk. That look said it all: I'm the one who put this green hat on you, the Simmons family's live-in son-in-law. Even if you can't stand it, you'll swallow it anyway.
I took a deep breath, forcing down the urge to cut him into a thousand pieces.
"Is there something wrong with the test?" I asked Nora. "Are you really pregnant?"
"Can something like this be fake?" she said impatiently. "I'll go to the hospital later to confirm. Ethan will come with me. You—finish whatever work you have and prepare to resign."
Ethan turned to me with a fake smile. "VP Gilbert, I have a friend who's a stay-at-home dad. Lots of experience. Want me to introduce you? You could learn some baby care tips in advance."
As he spoke, he deliberately toyed with the Patek Philippe on his wrist. That thick, mocking smile stabbed at my nerves.
I clenched my fists. "Right now I'm still responsible for two key projects," I said, fighting to keep my voice steady. "All the preliminary work is done. If you pull me off now, the clients might have objections—"