Chapter 4My Husband, the World’s Top Hypnotist

“The husband yells at his wife to protect his mistress, and the mistress makes pathetic excuses. Are you two even human?”

“Scumbags like you deserve each other. Get lost before you blind us all!”

Assailed by the crowd, Adrian and Clara looked increasingly cornered. Clara looked like she was about to faint.

Leo, his face red with anger, rushed forward. “Don’t you bully Aunt Clara! Apologize to her!”

He lunged at me. But before he could touch me, another small body slammed into him, knocking him aside.

“Mom, are you okay?” Sam stood in front of me like a protective lion cub, glaring at the three of them.

I shook my head, stroking his hair. “I’m fine, sweetie. Don't worry.”

“Mom?” Leo scrambled up from the floor, his face a mask of disbelief. When his eyes landed on our matching outfits, his expression morphed into one of shock and heartbreak.

Suddenly, he launched himself at Sam, scratching and hitting him. “Who’s your mom? She’s my mom! Stop calling her that!” he shrieked. “You’re not allowed to wear matching clothes with her! Go away! Go away!”

He tore frantically at Sam’s new shirt. Sam, who had been about to fight back, froze when he heard Leo’s words, letting the blows rain down on him.

That silly boy.

I strode over and pulled Leo off him. “Your mother is over there. Don’t get confused.”

I held Sam close and glared at Adrian. “Control your little demon. If he causes any more trouble, I’m calling the police.”

Adrian’s jaw was tight. “Evelyn, he’s your son!”

Sam immediately wrapped his arms around my waist and shot them a defiant look. “I’m Mom’s son.”

Leo looked like he was about to attack again, but Adrian held him back, shaking his head at me in disappointment. “Evelyn, you’re being completely unreasonable. When you get your memory back, you’re going to regret this.”

“That’s right, sweetie,” Clara chimed in, comforting the crying Leo. “Even if you’re jealous that Adrian and Leo are nice to me, you shouldn’t just pick up some stray off the street and call him your son. Think of how much that hurts Leo!”

I looked at her coldly. “Where’s your father?”

“What?” She was taken aback.

“I asked where your father is,” I repeated patiently. “I’d like to find him, slap him across the face, and ask him how he raised a daughter with no class, throwing around words like ‘stray.’”

“You! How dare you say I have no class?” Clara sputtered, her face crimson.

“I’m talking about you, Miss Other Woman.” A smirk played on my lips as I took Sam’s hand and started to walk away. I called back to the sales clerk, “This man is paying for our clothes. His son ripped my son’s shirt, so he owes us a new one. My outfit is for emotional damages.”

Behind me, I could hear Leo’s heartbroken sobs. “You don’t remember me? Well, I don’t like you anymore! I never want to see you again! Waaaaah!”

I didn’t even bother to turn around.

Back home, Sam apologized guiltily. “Mom, I’m sorry. I made my… I made that boy sad. Maybe you should go check on him?”

“What does that have to do with you?” I said, exasperated. “He started it. What’s wrong with me protecting my own son? Besides, he’s the one who didn’t want me. He’s not lacking for attention. You, on the other hand… does that long scratch on your neck not hurt?”

I pulled him over to treat the wound. The tears he had been holding back all day finally fell.

That night, I got a call from an unknown number. It was Adrian, using the housekeeper’s phone.

“Evelyn,” he said, his voice demanding, “Leo is sick.”

“Oh.”

“‘Oh’? What’s that supposed to mean? Aren’t you worried? Aren’t you coming to see him?”

“I’m not a doctor. Is he going to magically get better if I look at him? Is there anything else? If not, I’m hanging up.”

I disconnected before he could reply, catching the sound of a child’s crying just before the line went dead.

But what did that have to do with me?

Another week went by.