Chapter 3

The next time I opened my eyes, I found my head wrapped up in a thick layer of bandages.

The nurse tactfully told me that if I had been sent to the clinic a moment later, I would have died.

I touched the wound, and it hurt so much that I could not breathe.

Belle had nearly killed me.

Before I could wipe away my tears, my mother’s neighbor ran over in panic. “Zach, I know that the house the research center allocated to Ms. York has been given to Nina, but Ms. York took it back! You need to check on her! Nina just suffered from a heart attack!”

I felt my mind going blank.

Without even caring about the wound on my head, I stumbled my way to the house.

Belle was ordering movers to throw my mother’s things out, and my mother was so furious that she fainted and collapsed on the floor.

“What are you doing?!” I ran over and held my mother while glaring at Belle.

There was no regret in her eyes, just great disgust. “Your mother started spreading rumors that my baby is Harry’s and is ruining my reputation!”

I shot back mockingly, “Isn’t that the truth?”

“You little—” But she was rendered speechless by my words. “Adriana is a martyr, and Harry is her widower. We need to prioritize giving the house to Harry. As for Nina, she can move back into her old home.”

My mother seemed to have heard those cruel words and twitched in my arms.

When we first got married, Belle had promised my mother that she would treat her right, just like I did. She had promised my mother that she would help her move out of her leaking shack and give her the house allocated to her.

To think that she would break her oath so soon.

I endured the great pain in my head and stumbled over to her. “If anything happens to my mother, we’re getting divorced!”

My words clearly made her breathing still. She cast a glance at my pathetic state, then at my mother. Then, she opened her mouth but did not manage to say anything.

At that moment, Harry broke the silence and choked, “Belle, why don’t you return the house to Zach’s mother? I’m fine living anywhere. You can’t just get a divorce for my sake!”

His words painted me as an unreasonable, wicked person.

Belle then trained thoroughly disappointed eyes on me. “How can you talk about divorce so easily? You’re just saying this on purpose to drive Harry to a corner! Hurry up and apologize to him!”

I could not hear her words clearly. All I saw was that my mother’s face had turned even paler.

When I saw the jeep parked on the side, I felt as if I saw hope. “I’m not the one in the wrong! Hurry up and send my mom to the hospital!”

Harry suddenly cradled his thigh and groaned. With a pained expression, he said, “I’m sorry. I’ll apologize to Zach. How can a widower like me be worthy of a child…?”

Upon seeing his pained and aggrieved expression, Belle immediately brought him into the jeep.

I ran up to grab the door, but she flung my arm away.

My unhealed head wound split up again, and it hurt so much that I felt dizzy.

The neighbors did not know the truth, and since they heard the argument just now, they avoided me like the plague.

No one was willing to send us to the hospital.

I carried my mother around to ask for help from strangers before finally getting someone willing to send us there.

With my mother in my arms, I ran to the hospital entrance, only to be stopped outside. “Sorry, Mr. River, but we don’t have any other extra beds. We can’t treat your mother.”