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He married the daughter of the Lancaster family purely for revenge. He expected her to be obedient and submissive, not to resist or show emotions—a perfect pawn in his plan for vengeance.
However, when his gaze locked onto the third daughter of the Lancaster family, the one who barged into the living room was her—disheveled and stained with blood. She seemed ordinary, but beneath the surface, she hid an unknown sharpness.
"Do you love me?" he asked coldly.
"You're crazy!" she rolled her eyes in disdain.
In that moment, he smiled with satisfaction, believing he had everything under control.
But she fought back. Marrying him was merely one step in her own plan.
Four years later, with the Lancaster family completely destroyed, she threw the divorce papers in his face, smiling like the final victor:
"Albert Wilson, have you finished using me? Thank you for making me think I once loved you. Now, never see me again, even in death."
Just as she turned to leave in triumph, she accidentally walked into a gang's arms deal, and an explosion forever separated her from him.
It was only when he found the two-month pregnancy test result among her belongings that he realized he had lost the only salvation of his life.

Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.

When the name "Olive Wilson" left his lips, Cynthia couldn't stop herself from trembling. That surname, the one that once preceded her name, had been a nightmare buried deep in her heart.

She had often, in the quiet of midnight, gently caressed Olive's little face, whispering this name over and over in her mind: *Olive Wilson, Olive Wilson*. This was her true name, her true identity!

Albert noticed the dazed look in her eyes and a flash of something bright flickered in his dark gaze. He wasn't about to let her off that easily and pressed further, his tone even more insistent.

"Also, I think it's necessary for her to start calling me 'Dad.' I can't stand being called 'Uncle' every day. It makes me uncomfortable!"

Cynthia shot up, her face full of shock.

He smiled elegantly, but the smile held an icy edge. Leaning in, he whispered through gritted teeth,

Chapter 186- Albert's blood!