Chapter 1

Seven years after becoming Pearson's deaf-mute wife, a car accident restored my hearing.

I endured the pain of steel piercing my skin and made a video call to Pearson.

Before I could speak, I heard the voice of my best friend: "Pearson, can you accompany me and my child tonight?"

Pearson told me indifferently that he couldn't go home because of work, but at the same time turned his head and answered her: "Of course!"

I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen and bright red blood flowed between my thighs.

I gestured to him in panic and said incoherently: "Save the child!"

But Pearson ignored my panic and hung up the phone.

When I tried to call back, I found that he had blocked me.

I could only watch the eight-month-old fetus die in my womb.

Just then, my best friend sent a video of her and Pearson celebrating her three-year-old child's birthday. In the video, the child sweetly called Pearson "Dad".

I was numb all over, endured the heart-wrenching pain, pulled out a leg from the car, and climbed out.

At that moment, the car exploded.

I looked at the raging flames, took off my ring and threw it into the fire.

Then, I sent a message to my parents whom I hadn’t contacted for a long time: “Mom and Dad, I agree to go abroad for rehabilitation and take over the Sterling Group.”

1

When I regained consciousness, I found myself lying on the operating table in the hospital.

The doctor had just removed the dead fetus and placed it in a medical waste bag.

I heard the doctor sigh, "What a pity. This child was delayed for too long. If she had been brought in earlier, given her condition, we might have been able to save the baby."

I looked at the tiny, motionless body lying there and weakly spoke up, "Doctor, I want to take my child's remains back with me."

To take back and give to Pearson as a gift - this was the child he had been longing for.

The doctor's face was filled with horror: "How are you awake? Anesthesiologist, what did you do? Quickly, give her more anesthesia!"

Fighting through the pain of flesh being cut, I shook my head, "It's no use. I'm resistant to anesthesia. No matter how much you give me, it won't work. Doctor, please continue! I can endure it."

A long gash from thigh to calf exposed flesh and blood, deep enough to see bone. There was also a long incision scar on my belly from the C-section that needed stitching. Most people couldn't possibly endure the agony of being cut and sewn while fully conscious.

Cold sweat dripped down the doctor's forehead as he struggled to maintain composure and continue suturing.

I gritted my teeth until they cracked and bled before the surgery finally ended. Throughout the entire process, I didn't make a sound.

By the time I was transferred to the ward, my face was deathly pale, and I was completely exhausted to the brink.

"Where are your family members?Pearson had a habit of blocking me whenever something came up.

Before, I thought he was just worried about people interrupting his important meetings. Now I realize he was intentionally avoiding me to be with Scarlett, while I loved and trusted him for seven years without ever doubting.

After some thought, I nervously sent a message to Pearson's assistant.

Shortly after, the assistant arrived and helped me pay all the medical bills. Then he typed a few lines on his phone for me: "Callie, I will report this to Mr. Langdon honestly. I'm sorry..."

The assistant kept his head bowed low, feeling extremely guilty.

He was able to work for Pearson entirely because of my efforts, but now he had learned to cover things up for Pearson.

It doesn't matter anymore. Even if everyone betrays me, it doesn't matter, because I've already decided to leave this place forever and cut ties with everything here completely.

The assistant had just finished calling Pearson.

Unexpectedly, Pearson called, but not to check on me.

His expression was unpleasant as he gestured impatiently: "Callie, I didn't expect you to be so jealous. Scarlett has a fever so I stayed to take care of her. Aren't you two good friends?"Now berates me and even uses our child to threaten me. What's the point of all this drama?"

"The more you act this way, the less I want to come home! Callie, you really need to reflect on your behavior!"

As he gesticulated at me, Scarlett softly whimpered, "Is Callie angry with you? Maybe you should go back."

He coldly replied, "I've spoiled her too much. She's become increasingly unreasonable, taking advantage of my indulgence. Don't worry, Callie is deaf. No one but me could accept her. Let her cool off for a few days."

The moment the call ended, my last tear slid down the corner of my eye.

Seven years ago, when Pearson was kidnapped and threatened by rivals, I was hit on the head while trying to save him. When I woke up, I could neither speak nor hear.

When the company was in freefall, I gave up the chance for treatment abroad to stay by Pearson's side and help him through the crisis, not wanting his life's work to go to waste.

But now Pearson is using my deafness and muteness to assert that I won't leave him.