Crystal Landon heard this and inexplicably smiled. After all, she was someone of Richard Shaw's, and knew him very well. Richard Shaw was probably the coldest lover in this world.
Pregnant for ten months, all her friends had visited her, but the child's father had never returned, always claiming duties in peacekeeping, diplomacy, or counter-terrorism. Even when he was in the Imperial City, he rarely stayed at the Shaw Mansion. A man had plenty of reasons to be absent when he wished.
As the child grew day by day, her heart gradually turned cold. Such a marriage, if it truly lasted decades, how was it different from a cage?
"The wind is picking up, it's getting chilly outside, ma'am, you'd better go inside." Eamon Turner saw her demeanor grow cold and gently reminded her.
Crystal nodded, got up, and went into the living room, only to see her phone incessantly flashing.
In a small group chat of four on WeChat.
