Eliza had a difficult labor when she gave birth to him, and almost died.

I always thought that my son's arrival was not easy, so I spoiled him in every aspect of life, not realizing that I had raised him to be the pampered and brash character he was today.

I slapped my son in the face.

This was the first time I hit him, and I showed no mercy.

"Who taught you to waste food like this?"

My son was stunned by my beating.

He angrily said, "You can't control me!"

"I am your dad, and I can't even control you?!"

My son touched his swollen face and fought back against me after he reacted.

"Bullshit, stop pretending. You're nothing but..."

"Ethan Scott!!!"

Eliza walked out of the kitchen with the last dish.

She loudly stopped her son.

Ethan also realized that he had said something wrong and immediately shut up.

Oh, what a pity. He almost spoke his true thoughts.

Ethan hummed a few times and returned to his seat, enjoying his meal.

"If you don't control the amount of food you eat, you'll get fat sooner or later."

Ethan was 8 years old and had become so fat like a chubby pig.

"Being able to eat is a blessing, which means our son is blessed."

Eliza smiled and defended Ethan.

Then, she lightly scolded Ethan, reminding him to respect his father and not lose his temper with me.

After such a mess, I lost my appetite.

Eliza had been serving me food and pouring soup for me.

"Perry, it's summer vacation now. Our son has been in the hospital for almost a month. I want to take him out to relax."

Ethan received a look from Eliza.

Pouting, he said in a soft tone, "Dad, if I don't go out for a break, I'll be suffocated to death."

"Oh? Where are you planning to go?"

Eliza's eyes lit up, knowing that there was room for discussion in this matter.

"We're going to the Maldives. It won't cost much. 100,000 dollars will be enough."

She didn't know it was not easy to make money without going to work.

Since my wife married me, I had been supporting the whole family.

My brother and I started a small company together, and we made a profit every year.

They had already bought several houses in the city center and luxury cars.

I didn't have much savings. I only bought a house in the city center, and had an ordinary car.

I gave my wife and her parents most of the money I earned every year.

My wife spent money on skincare and beauty treatments every year. I also paid for her parents' medical care and retirement.

I had always felt that this was what I should do, but now it seemed that they were taking advantage of me and trying to exploit my value.

"Recently, the company has not been going well, and I don't have much money in hand."

Eliza gritted her teeth, "I won't do skincare or buy luxury brands this month, and I won't give money to my parents."

"Okay, I will transfer you the money in a few days."

Eliza leaned over and wrapped her fair and tender arm around my neck.

She kissed me on the face.

"I love you, Perry."

I smiled and felt disgusted in my heart.

After dinner, I leaned on the bed and read a book.

Eliza was in the bathroom taking a shower.

When the bathroom door opened, hot air sprayed out. Eliza came slowly in a semi-transparent silk nightgown.

"Perry!"

She took the book from my hand.

Kneeling on the soft mattress, her eyes were seductive.

"Do I look beautiful today?"

Eliza's sweet voice sounded in my ear as her fingertips traced from my face to my chin all the way down.

I caught her hand.

"Ouch."

Eliza whispered.

She had hand cream on her hand, and it was slippery and uncomfortable to the touch.

"Perry, I still want a daughter."

Eliza looked at me eagerly, wanting to continue.

I directly shook off her hand.

"The doctor said I haven't fully recovered yet, so I can't do intense exercise."

Eliza bit her lower lip, very reluctant.

"I've already booked the plane tickets and hotel in Maldives for you."

"Go to bed early. It's quite late."

Eliza hugged me from behind and pressed her face against my back.

"I knew that you love me the most."

I was not moved.

This trip to the Maldives would be the beginning of your nightmare.