Two months of torment passed again, and I was confined to the villa.

I suppose my brother must have received the 1 million from my husband’s family and never came back.

One afternoon, after my husband came home, the black and chubby nanny told him that I had been pregnant for four or five months and had never gone for a prenatal check-up. It was time to take some time to go to the hospital to check the baby’s development.

My husband also thought it was necessary since he had seen me so quiet in the past two months, and besides, I was heavily pregnant, weak, and cumbersome. He figured I couldn’t cause much trouble. So he said that the three of them would accompany me to the hospital the next afternoon.

My heart surged with wild joy and agitation. This was another chance. Would I succeed?

The next afternoon, my husband returned home early from work and drove me and the two nannies who came later.

Ha, to be so cautious of a weak pregnant woman; they really thought highly of me.