Jacob was a man of indulgence.
Unlike other wealthy households that typically hired older, plain-looking housekeepers—women in their forties who had already gone through childbirth—he had personally selected a young female college student to work in his home.
She was even younger and prettier than Emma.
With wide, innocent eyes, she peeked out from behind Jacob, her maid uniform neatly pressed, her expression looking as if she had just been startled.
That pitifully delicate act—it was exactly how Emma used to be.
And that was precisely why Emma was now gritting her teeth, itching to drag that shameless little maid out and slap her across the face.
But Jacob was oblivious to the unspoken hostility brewing between the two women.
Right now, his mind was consumed by one thing. Why hadn’t Emma taken the fertility-boosting supplements?
Did she not want to have his child?
Then whose child did she want?
Justin’s?
The thought made his expression darken further.
