Chapter 2

Lillian's eyes locked on mine, then drifted to Liam, and then back again. Indecision showed on her face.

That hesitation was what broke me.

When the car accident had taken her legs, the entire world had walked away. I had not. I had pulled her out of the mud by myself.

I had put the company in Charlotte's name. I had assembled the best surgical team in the country. I had lived in the lab for a year. The next year, I developed a new implant material. With the best surgeons and that material, I had helped Lillian stand again.

She had been on her feet for less than a month, and she still couldn't choose.

The corner of my mouth lifted in a cold smile. I don't share women.

Liam suddenly grabbed me, his voice turning soft and pitiful. "Brother, don't worry. Even though Lillian and I have already registered our marriage, I'll give her back to you."

He pulled out a marriage certificate from his coat, tore it in half, then into pieces, and flung them into the air.

Lillian rushed forward and held him tightly.

"Liam, we've already registered. No matter what happens, you are my husband. That won't change."

She raised her reddened eyes and glared at me.

"Silas, do you have to push him to death?"

I had not even spoken when, the next second, a wine glass smashed heavily near my feet, shattering instantly.

A shard cut across the top of my foot, and blood seeped out.

Lillian did not even glance at it, her tone growing more impatient.

"All those years I was in the hospital bed, you were always busy, staying in the lab day and night. I never saw you.

"It was Liam who stayed by my side in the hospital, taking care of me without rest. He didn't mind how filthy I was. He cleaned me, took care of everything. Where were you?

"Since fate made me marry Liam, then Liam is my only husband."

My damp clothes clung tightly to me, the cold seeping into my bones.

Lillian had forgotten–I was in the lab because of her.

Charlotte's expression darkened as she pulled me aside.

"Silas, stop it. The more you make a scene, the more humiliating it is for you.

"The only solution now is for you to give your hospital and medical team to Liam as a betrothal gift. I believe Lillian won't pursue the broken engagement after that. It will also make Liam's position as our sworn brother more proper."

I looked at her coldly and said firmly,

"My parents only had one son. Where did this brother come from?"

We parted on bad terms. That same night, I posted on my socials announcing the end of my engagement with Lillian.

However, I did not expect to see a haggard Lillian at my door the next day, with a troubled-looking Liam behind her.

Lillian held a bouquet of red roses. The moment she saw me, her bloodshot eyes lit up.

"Stop this. No matter how angry you are, it should've passed after one night, right?"

"Silas, I know you love me. We're not breaking up."

I glanced at the mark on her neck and let out a cold laugh.

"You've already slept with Liam. Not breaking up? What–do you want me to be your side man?"

"Don't say it like that." Lillian frowned. "Liam is my husband. You're my boyfriend. We can stay the same as before. Isn't that fine?"

I looked at her like she was insane.

I seriously wondered if the accident had injured her brain instead of her legs. Otherwise, how could she say something like that?

But my stunned expression gave her the wrong idea–she thought I loved her enough to compromise.

Liam clenched his teeth in anger but forced a fake smile. He stepped forward and tried to grab my sleeve. I raised my hand to avoid him.

I had not even used any force, yet Liam fell straight backward.

Lillian tried to catch him but was dragged down with him.

Suddenly, Lillian clutched her stomach tightly and shouted at Liam:

"The baby! Our baby!"