Chapter 3

I was forced to lift my head with our noses almost touching.

"I can cure your impotence."

At those words, Jerome's eyes darkened. He gripped my throat tightly. "Rather than believe in some vague, far-off possibility, I'd rather make sure you take this secret to the grave."

His grip tightened.

I clutched at his hand, struggling to force out the words. "Three days… Just give me three days and you will see … results… If it doesn't work … you can deal with me then…"

Jerome finally let go. In that brief minute, I thought I was going to die there.

I only dared to say that because I was completely confident.

In my past life, it was even harder to deal with Lester than Jerome. I only stayed by his side for so long because I was useful to him.

I majored in medicine. My parents insisted I consider Abbie's feelings and never outshine her.

No one knew how skilled I actually was. All they knew was that I spent an entire year treating Lester's leg until he was nearly back to normal.

What they didn't know was that Lester was also impotent. I treated him before I finally got pregnant.

The memory made me draw in a few deep breaths. Then, I began to check him.

Fortunately, his condition was the same as Lester's. It wouldn't be hard to treat.

"How did you even know I had this problem?" A hint of doubt flickered in his eyes as he grabbed my hand.

I smiled and made up a lie. "I was about to marry you. Of course, I had to look into my future husband's background."

In my past life, I knew his condition through Abbie.

Abbie had tried everything to seduce him, but nothing ever worked. So, she drugged him and brought in a private doctor to examine him. That was when she found out that Jerome was impotent.

When Jerome woke up, he flew into a rage. He silenced all the news and had her committed to a psychiatric hospital.

Hearing my answer, Jerome's pupils contracted. He muttered under his breath, "Even knowing all this, you still didn't choose Lester…"

…

Jerome was easier to deal with than I'd thought. I prescribed him a round of medication. If it worked, he'd have to accompany me back to my home three days later.

When the day came, I waited outside the door and never saw Jerome. So, I decided to just head home by myself.

As soon as I stepped inside, Abbie beamed and pointed to the piles of gifts. "Dad, Lester and I picked out this aged whiskey for you. And this imperial emerald is for Mom."

Mom and Dad were beaming, showering her with compliments.

When they saw I came home empty-handed, Abbie's voice went sharp. "Eliana, did Jerome let you come back alone?"

I chuckled. "Lester didn't come back with you either."

Abbie pouted and showed off the huge diamond ring on her finger. "You don't get it. Lester is the CEO of Hanson Group. Of course, he's busy. As for Jerome, he's just a shareholder."

As she raised her hand, I caught a glimpse of a purplish scar under her sleeve.

Lester was a master of appearances. In my past life, his legs had been crippled, and his personality was unpredictable and cruel. Every night, he'd beat me with whatever he could grab.

I'd endured it for a long time. After his legs started healing, he finally let me off.

Now, seeing how happy Abbie was, I didn't bother to expose her. I just walked past her and headed to the bathroom.

When she saw I was ignoring her, she eagerly followed behind. "Eliana, Jerome didn't prepare any gift for our parents, did he?"

At the sight of me still not being bothered to respond, her eyes darkened. She suddenly splashed her glass of red wine at me, yet she slipped in her heels and fell hard to the ground.

Abbie's cries of pain drew my parents over. She immediately played the victim, trying to blame me for her own mistakes. It was something she had always done.

"Dad, Eliana wanted to hurt me! She said she wants me injured so that I'll never have the Hanson family's first grandson! She's trying to harm me, Mom!" she said between sobs.

I was about to defend myself, but Dad's eyes darkened with anger after he caught bits and pieces of Abbie's words.

He raised his hand high and commented, "You came back without your husband and didn't even bring any gifts. And now, you're jealous of Abbie? What are you trying to do?"

Before I could say anything, someone stepped in front of me.

"Who said I didn't come?"