Chapter 4

“Shut up!” I snapped. “I don’t want to hear you talk about the baby again. It’s disgusting!”

Layla shuddered and started crying.

Peter threw the newspaper on the floor and stood up to point an accusatory finger at me. “Luke, you’re crossing the line! Layla is still breastfeeding and is weak. Are you seriously unable to tolerate such a feeble woman and her baby?

“Did your conscience die in a ditch?”

I said nothing else and called the police. “Hello. I’d like to report several trespassers in my home, and they’re refusing to leave. Please send someone to deal with the situation.”

Lola rushed over to snatch my phone, but I avoided her.

The police soon arrived, but after listening to Lola give an exaggerated account about how I, a piece of trash, was abandoning my wife and child, the police officers only chose to mediate the situation.

After they left, Lola became even more smug.

“Go ahead, call the police again, I dare you! No one can chase us out!”

I decided not to argue with them any further and went back to my parents’ home.

The next day, I hired a locksmith. While Layla’s family went out, I switched to the most advanced fingerprint lock.

Then, I threw everything that they owned, including the cradle, out.

Once I was done, I intended to leave, only to receive a call from the company’s receptionist.

“Mr. York, you need to come to the company. A group of people has arrived at the lobby, and they say they’re your family. They drew a banner on the floor and said that you abandoned your wife. They’re saying you’re trying to drive her to her death…”

That family actually went to my company!

I rushed to the company.

Lola had brought with her around eight relatives I had never seen before, and they were either sitting or lounging in the lobby. In front of them was a white banner with words painted on it with red paint.

[Luke York Abandoned Wife and Baby! Where Is The Justice In This?!]

Lola sat on the floor and hugged her knees. Her cries were deafeningly loud, and she kept lying as she cursed me out.

Plenty of people passed through the lobby, and everyone talked about them. Some even took out their phones to take photos.

I strode over and growled at them while suppressing my rage. “What on earth are you doing?!”

The moment Lola saw me, her cries turned even louder, and she grabbed my legs.

“You heartless monster! You finally showed your face! You chased us out to drive us to a corner, didn’t you? Everyone, look! It’s this man! He became a horrible person after he got rich and got himself a mistress!

“He even chased out his wife after she gave birth to a baby for him!”

My colleagues and clients started looking at me differently.

The security guards came over to pull her away, but Lola started rolling on the floor to throw a tantrum.

At that moment, my direct superior, William Wilson, walked out of his office with a stormy expression.

He cast a glance at the farce on the floor before turning to me and asking me to go into his office.

The moment he shut the door, he threw a stack of printouts of forums and screenshots from social media on the desk.

On them were all posts accusing me of being a horrible man, and the headlines were each more sensational than the last.

[EXPOSING MY SELF-MADE HUSBAND: HOW HE FORCED ME TO DIVORCE HIM RIGHT AFTER I GAVE BIRTH]

[HE ABANDONED HIS OWN SON FOR HIS MISTRESS!]

Layla made herself out to be a pitiful wife who endured humiliation and meekly contributed to the marriage for the sake of love. As for me, I was an ungrateful and heartless piece of trash.

The posts included photographs of my cold expression during the sip-and-see, along with pictures of Layla looking pale and fragile as she cried in the hospital.