On my wedding day, the groom, Robert Jensen, is nowhere to be seen. All that's left of him is a letter and a baby who's born with a heart disease.

"I love you, Winona, but I've also fallen in love with Claire. Since I can't give her a proper title at all, I decided to go on a world trip with her in order to make it up to her.

"I'll also give you a chance to raise my and Claire's baby. While we're enjoying our trip, you can spend some quality time with our baby."

The thing is, I don't have any blood relations with this baby. Why the hell should I raise Robert and Claire's baby, to begin with?

Six years later, I take my son, Anson Jensen, to the airport so that we can see my husband, Joshua Jensen, off to his business trip.

When I turn around, I spot Robert, who's pushing his suitcase toward me.

As he stares at Anson in my arms, he exclaims in surprise, "Winona, is this my and Claire's child? You raised him well!

"Unfortunately, we're already married overseas, so I can no longer marry you. But don't worry, Winona. To me, you're already my wife."

As I look at Robert's face, which is rather similar to Anson's features, I let out a soft chuckle.

"Don't go around mistaking other people's children for your own, Robert. Anyway, this is your younger cousin."

Robert Jensen's expression stiffened, the delight quickly fading from his face. He furrowed his brow and said, "You ought to stop being so unreasonable, Winona. You accepted the wedding gifts even though the wedding didn't happen back then, so you're still considered part of the Jensen family.

"How can you speak so indiscreetly? I have only one uncle, who has never married. If he hears you spreading such malicious rumors, he will be highly displeased with you, Winona."

I was truly rendered speechless by his self-righteous demeanor.

He and I were originally in an arranged marriage set up by our families long ago, and I had always merely done my duty as his fiancee. He actually dared to skip out on the wedding, so the Jensen family naturally had to put forward someone else to fulfill the alliance with the Mellor family.

Joshua Jensen, Robert's uncle, hadn't just given me double the wedding gifts; over the years, he had completely doted on me.

I eventually became the wife of the head of the Jensen family—the legitimate Mrs. Jensen—and Robert's aunt. Robert's parents had to treat me with absolute courtesy, so he certainly had no right to act out.

It was then that my son, Anson Jensen, tugged at my clothes, looking up at me timidly. "Who is this man, Mommy? I don't know him."

I gently ruffled his hair, paid Robert no further attention, and turned to walk toward the parking lot.

"You can't leave!" Robert exclaimed, reaching out to stop me.

Claire Lake rushed up from behind us, reaching out with her extravagantly manicured hand to pinch Anson's cheek. "I'm your mother, sweetheart, so come home with me. Your father and I will take you out for a treat."

"Get your hands off him!" I quickly pulled Anson into my embrace protectively and took two steps back.

Anson's cheek turned red from being pinched. He trembled as he pressed himself into my embrace. "I'm scared, Mommy…"

Claire's eyes welled up with tears, her voice instantly becoming thick with emotion while saying, "I'm your mother, sweetheart…"

She then turned to Robert and asked, "Did Winona intentionally teach the child not to recognize me as his mother because she resents me, Robert?"

Robert frowned and reached out, trying to pull Anson from my embrace. "You'd better not push your luck, Winona Mellor! What's wrong with Claire wanting to touch the child when she's the child's biological mother? What the hell is wrong with you?"

He still looked down on me as if he were doing me a favor. "You'd better hand him back to Claire! You and I can have another one in the future if you like children so much!"

I only felt pure revulsion after seeing his revolting expression. "You should get your eyes checked out if your eyesight is poor, Robert. Anson is clearly my son! He has absolutely nothing to do with you or Claire.

"You ought to know that the child you two abandoned back then, nameless and adaptationless, was sent to an orphanage by your parents long ago."

"That's enough, Winona!" Robert snapped, cutting me off. "I get that you're mad because Claire and I left the baby with you so that we could travel around the world, but Claire is his biological mother, so give the boy back to her!"

He shoved me aside after saying that and violently grabbed Anson out of my arms.

Anson struggled desperately in his embrace, his face flushed completely red. "You're a bad man! You'd better let go of me!"

Robert ignored him completely, simply handing him to Claire.

Claire's long fingernails left several red scratches on Anson's pale, delicate arm. She acted as if she didn't notice it, still clutching his arm tightly. "I'm your mother, sweetheart."

I could feel my heart tightening as I watched Anson weeping and resisting, but Robert firmly blocked me in place. He leaned close to me and asked in a flippant and presumptuous manner, "Did you not miss me after all these years, Winona?"

I didn't miss Robert in the slightest. I wanted nothing more than for him to disappear from my life at that moment. "Get out of the way; otherwise, I'll call the police!"

Just then, Anson suddenly bit down on Claire's wrist, causing her to yelp in pain and let go. He rushed back to my side, spread his arms wide, and stood squarely between Robert and me. "You're a bad man! You're not allowed to bully Mommy!"

Claire clutched her wrist and immediately broke down in tears. "I know Winona is angry with me because I was with you back then, but that child is innocent, Robert. I'm sure Winona has been teaching him not to recognize us; otherwise, that child couldn't possibly treat me like this."

That sentence completely set Robert off in rage. He rushed forward, seized Anson, and hoisted him up. "You ungrateful brat! How dare you bite your own mother? I'll make sure you learn your lesson properly today!"

Anson was held up in the air, his face turning pale. He struggled wildly, kicking and flailing as he cried out in fear.

I turned deathly pale at Robert's actions. Anson's clothes were made of fine silk and couldn't withstand that kind of rough tugging. "We can talk this through calmly, so put Anson down first, Robert!"

In that instant, a crowd of travelers grew around us, whispering back and forth. I couldn't hear a thing right then, because my eyes were fixed entirely on Anson's collar, which was about to rip apart.

Claire suddenly fell to her knees and clung tightly to my legs. "You can hit me or yell at me if you're angry with me, Winona. How could you corrupt my child like this?

"How could you teach him to resent his own father, even if you refuse to let him recognize me as his mother? Robert has always been thinking of you and the child…"

Robert turned to look at me, his eyes brimming with disappointment and rage. "We left the child with you back then because we trusted you to treat him well, but you actually turned him against his biological parents! How can you be so malicious, Winona!

"Claire and I have returned now, so the child will be coming with us. You won't be interfering in his life ever again!"

I found the whole thing incredibly ironic after hearing that. He had abandoned that child with congenital heart disease without a single word of explanation back then, eloping abroad with Claire. If Joshua hadn't stepped up and married me, I probably would have become the laughingstock of the city.

Claire and Robert—the biological parents—didn't even want to raise that nameless, illegitimate child. What made Robert think I would raise a child on his behalf?

Anson was still in Robert's hands, though, so I suppressed my panic and tried to calm him down. "We can talk this through slowly, so put Anson down first, Robert."

Upon hearing that, Robert assumed I had given in and used Anson to coerce me into entering his car. He began rambling as he observed my silence throughout the journey. "I get it, Winona. I know you've grown fond of that child after taking care of him for five years, making it hard for you to leave him behind.

"He's already been led astray, though, so it'd be better for us to have another baby together instead. I'll personally raise the child myself this time around, Winona."

I didn't register anything he said, as my eyes were only fixed on Anson in his arms, his face turned deathly pale with fear.

Claire, who was sitting beside them, grew visibly sullen the moment she heard that, a trace of malice flashing quickly across her eyes.

I immediately reached out for Anson the moment we arrived at Robert's place, but Claire beat me to it and grabbed him away.

I was just about to run after them, but Robert stopped me, saying, "I've returned this time to take over Jensen Group, Winona.

"If you behave yourself these next few days and stop spreading lies about you and Uncle Joshua, I'll make it up to you with a proper wedding and give you back your place as the rightful Mrs. Jensen. What do you think, Winona?"

I felt both sickened and confused. "Isn't Jensen Group Joshua's? What's it got to do with you?"

Robert scoffed, looking completely entitled. "Uncle Joshua doesn't have any children, so as his only nephew, Jensen Group is bound to be mine sooner or later. He's currently out of the country on business as well, so as long as I get my parents on board and team up with a few shareholders, it's a done deal."

I suddenly remembered what Joshua had said before his business trip—that he needed to handle some internal issue happening in Jensen Group. I had thought about it back then, wondering what kind of trouble could arise since Jensen Group had consistently remained secure under his management.

I now realized that the trouble was the arrogant and foolish trust-fund brat right before me.

Just then, Anson's piercing, heartbroken cries suddenly echoed from inside the house.

I felt my heart sinking instantly, and regardless of Robert, I stumbled as I rushed inside.

In the dining room, Claire was forcing spoonfuls of steaming oatmeal into Anson's mouth. She pinched his arm whenever he refused, causing his pale, delicate arms to be covered in several red marks.

"Get away from him!" I rushed over and scooped Anson into my arms, feeling his hot skin the moment I touched him.

I pulled open his collar and saw that his back was already completely covered in a dense layer of red hives. "Who permitted you to feed him oatmeal? He's allergic to oats!"

Anson sobbed softly and burrowed deeper into my embrace, his face flushed with distress. "I-It hurts so much, Mommy…"

I lifted Anson into my arms and turned to leave, but Claire immediately stepped in front of the door and blocked my way. "Where do you think you're taking my son? Robert and I aren't allergic to oats, so how could he possibly be allergic to them? Did you feed him something you shouldn't have today, Winona?"

Ashton squirmed uncomfortably in my arms, his breathing starting to quicken.

I was so frantic that my voice was trembling. "Get out of the way! Anson needs to go to the hospital right now!"

Claire spread her arms to block my path, her eyes brimming with tears as if she were the victim in the situation. "I used to respect you and give you a pass before because you looked after my son for five years, Winona.

"I never expected you would deliberately ruin my son like this, teaching him to hate his parents and feeding him food he's allergic to. What are your intentions, Winona?"

Robert hurried into the dining room, catching everything Claire had just said. He looked completely furious as he barked, "Didn't I just tell you to stop causing trouble, Winona?

"You ought to know that taking over Jensen Group from Uncle Joshua is very important to me! I don't have time to deal with your tantrums right now, Winona!"

Anson, who was lying in my arms, suddenly began to cough violently, his tiny body racking with spasms.

I couldn't hold back anymore and yelled at them. "Your Uncle Joshua is my husband and Anson's father! Joshua will absolutely destroy you if you stay in my way and keep Anson from getting to the hospital!"

Claire acted all delicate, saying meekly, "You can say whatever you want to us, but please don't go around repeating that crazy talk to anyone else.

"Robert has been working so hard to get control of Jensen Group, so if Joshua ever finds out that you're using his reputation to lie to everyone, he might take his frustration out on Robert."

Robert's expression grew visibly more grim as he stepped forward to block my path. "I've obviously let you get away with way too much. If I don't teach you a lesson right now, you're just going to keep spouting whatever crazy nonsense that pops into your head, Winona!"

He yanked Anson out of my arms and roughly pushed him toward Claire. "You take the kid!"

Anson fell hard against the edge of the coffee table with a heavy thud. He slumped limply to the floor and remained entirely motionless.

"Anson!" I shrieked in absolute agony, throwing myself over him.

Claire rushed ahead to grab Anson, blocking his face to keep me from seeing his condition. She then leaned close to me and murmured in a tone audible exclusively to the two of us, "I've known for a very long time that Anson isn't my child, Winona."

She then completely ignored my terrified look and looked up at Robert, who was coming over to drag me away, and said, "You should have a proper talk with Winona, Robert. I'll take good care of the child."

I went completely cold as everything suddenly clicked—the reason Claire had harbored no compassion whatsoever for Anson from the outset was that she had long since known the truth.

Anson's face had already turned faintly blue. He still forced himself to speak out when he saw me being held back by Robert. "L-Let go of Mommy, you bad man!"

Robert, provoked by Anson's remarks, got up and kicked him, yelling, "You bastard! Who are you calling a bad man? I'm your father!"

Anson rolled across the ground a few times, spat out a mouthful of blood, and then stopped moving entirely.

Robert still wasn't satisfied, raising his foot as he intended to kick Anson again.

I threw myself forward to hold his leg, yelling, "Please stop kicking Anson!"

Robert kicked me away in annoyance. "Get out of my way! I'm going to teach him a lesson today! I'll let him know who his real father is!"

He was just about to kick Anson when the door slammed open from the outside with a loud bang, and a chilling voice rang out. "I'm his real father!"