Chapter 3Discovering My Husband's Affair And My Mother-in-Law's Plot Through My Daughter's Words

Just then, Andrew returned, looking freshly cleaned up.

He spoke sweet words to me but didn’t dare to hold Lily again.

I couldn’t help but smirk inwardly. It suited me just fine since Lily wasn’t keen on being held by him anyway.

“Emily, Mum just told me you’re not planning to go back to work?” Andrew asked, frowning. “Why? Didn’t you say you’d sorted things with your company?”

I replied lightly, “I just feel that Lily is still too young, and I can’t bear to leave her. I’ll spend more time with her, and if work becomes too much, I’ll step back.”

The truth was, I came from a wealthy family with two rental properties and several commercial units.

After university, I could have easily taken over the family business, but I enjoyed the feeling of forging my own path, so I’d continued working.

Now, however, protecting my precious daughter was my top priority, and I would give those two no chance to take advantage of me!

Andrew looked alarmed. “That’s not acceptable!”

His words made him seem a bit overzealous, and he softened his tone. “You know my salary isn’t high. We’ve talked about giving Lily the best life, haven’t we?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle internally.

So he knew his salary wasn’t enough—he had relied on my income to support the family all these years!

“So what? My parents have been wanting me to help them with rent collection for ages,” I replied nonchalantly.

Andrew wanted to say more, but I feigned impatience. “Enough! I really don’t want to go back to work. I just want to stay with Lily. Don’t push it. Besides, Mum is getting older, and I really don’t trust her to take care of Lily. What if she takes her out and ‘accidentally’ loses her?”

I could see a flicker of guilt flash across Andrew’s face.

“What do you mean? That’s impossible…”

“I was just saying it off the cuff! Let’s drop this topic.”

At that, Andrew didn’t dare to press the issue further.

That night, Andrew lay in bed, quickly falling asleep.

I, however, was restless, unable to find any peace.

This house felt increasingly unsafe.

I refused to hand Lily over to Margaret while I went back to work; they would surely become anxious and might do something reckless.

I decided I would take Lily back to my parents’ house in the morning.

Just then, I heard soft footsteps at the door.

I have always had keen hearing, which allowed me to pick it up.

A chill ran down my spine, and I quickly closed my eyes, gripping my phone tightly in one hand while holding Lily securely in the other.

With a soft creak, the bedroom door slowly opened.