“Murphy, Cornelia has fainted due to an allergic reaction. Please take her to the hospital.”

“If you don't come, then let her struggle by herself.”

After honking twice, Parker left Cornelia's side.

He glanced at the unconscious Cornelia but ignored her.

He knew Murphy would definitely come.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Murphy drove straight into Parker’s yard.

“Where’s Cornelia?!”

He followed the maid’s instructions at top speed and found the unconscious Cornelia.

In a daze, Cornelia caught the fresh scent of mint again.

Opening her eyes, she saw Murphy’s face.

It was him again.

He had saved her for the second time.

After spending half a month in the hospital, Cornelia was finally able to be discharged.

Under Parker’s arrangements, Murphy had taken care of her for the entire half month, rarely like a shadow of her.

She had gone from initially rejecting and numbness to gradually growing accustomed to Murphy’s presence.

She had always seen him as a younger brother, but now she felt he possessed a thoughtfulness and maturity even Parker lacked.

On the day of her discharge, Murphy couldn’t pick her up due to prior commitments, so Parker sent her an address, inviting her to attend a charity auction.

She had never enjoyed such events and was about to decline, but as she flipped through the auction catalog, she suddenly spotted a set of emerald jewelry!

It was her mother’s heirloom, a family treasure!

Cornelia didn’t know how the set had ended up at the auction, but she had to retrieve it.

She changed into her evening gown and took her seat before the event began.

As the auctioneer described each item, Cornelia struggled to steady her breathing.

As each item was sold to different bidders, Cornelia remained unfazed.

Her goal was clear: the emerald jewelry set.

However, Cornelia wasn’t sure if the money she had was enough to secure the set.

She clenched her fingers tightly, waiting.

When the auctioneer finally brought out the emerald jewelry set, carefully describing its features, and announced the starting bid of “50 million,”

Hearing this price, Cornelia’s heart sank instantly.

She hadn’t realized that the money she had was barely enough for the starting bid.

Most of her assets were shares and properties, and she couldn’t mortgage them in time.

Just then, Edith, for some reason, also raised her paddle, as if she had set her sights on the jewelry set.

But clearly, the jewelry set was too old-fashioned, not something Edith would like.

Suddenly, Edith glanced back at her, her smug expression like a bucket of cold water poured over Cornelia’s head.

Sitting beside Edith was Parker, whose financial resources were more than sufficient to acquire the jewelry set.

Cornelia had no choice but to bite her lip repeatedly, contemplating her options.

In the end, she lowered her head and appealed to Parker for help.

“Parker, please, lend me the money. I want this set of jewelry. Please!”

Cornelia’s eyes were filled with pleading. This was the first time she had ever begged Parker so humbly.

For a moment, everyone looked at Cornelia with strange expressions.

It was as if they were saying, “If you don’t have the money, why are you buying it? Is this thing really worth borrowing money for?”

Cornelia didn't care about the stares; she kept begging Parker over and over.

But Parker remained unmoved.

As Edith kept bidding, and the jewelry was about to be hers, a young voice rang out from behind,

“One hundred million!”

Cornelia turned sharply and saw Murphy, tall and graceful, who seemed to have rushed over, still carrying the cold air from outside.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, giving her a reassuring smile.

“Sorry, sister, I’m late.”

At that moment, her heart began to race wildly.

With Murphy’s help, Cornelia successfully bid on the emerald jewelry set.

When she touched her mother’s heirloom, tears streamed down Cornelia’s face uncontrollably.

She gently caressed the jewelry, as if feeling her mother’s warmth.

It was time for the auction to end, and the crowd suddenly grew larger for some reason.

Fearing Cornelia might be bumped into, Murphy pulled her away from the crowd.

After it ended, the two were taken back to the same room.

Cornelia had expected to sleep on the bed and Murphy on the sofa, as before, but this time, something felt off.

An unnatural sweet scent lingered in the air. Murphy felt so hot he tugged at his tie, and even his breath felt scorching.

Cornelia felt even more heated, her face flushing with an unnatural blush. The familiar sensation returned, and she realized they had been drugged again.

She never expected Parker to find an opportunity to drug them at such a time—what a hassle!

Seeing Murphy about to head to the bathroom for a cold shower,

Cornelia closed her eyes, steeled her resolve, and embraced Murphy’s waist.

“Since they’ve gone this far, why should we keep enduring it?”

Meeting his shocked gaze, Cornelia smiled.

“Murphy, I don’t want to live like this anymore. I’ve made up my mind—give me a child, okay?”

Seeing the intense heat in Murphy’s eyes, Cornelia didn’t hesitate and kissed his Adam’s apple.

His Adam’s apple, smeared with lip gloss, looked even more sensual as it rolled up and down.

“Sister, this time, you’re the one who provoked me.”

Murphy kissed her back, no longer hiding his desire, invading her freely.

Their clothes fell off layer by layer, and the intimate atmosphere grew hotter and hotter, until they both fell onto the bed together.

…

After a night of passion, Cornelia struggled to piece together her shattered body, dressed herself, and shared a knowing glance with Murphy.

Since Parker was willing to be betrayed and facilitate their relationship, they might as well enjoy it!

The two of them took care of everything, and when Parker saw them again, they were dressed neatly, as if nothing had happened.

Parker felt something was off, but didn't think much of it and continued to push harder.

From then on, wherever Cornelia went or whatever she did, she would always encounter Murphy.

However, things turned out smoother than Parker had ever anticipated.

Because Cornelia and Murphy no longer resisted, but instead embraced it as a form of intimacy.

Bang!

Two cars collided while trying to avoid another car’s erratic driving.

Fortunately, the accident wasn’t severe, only causing some dents on the front and rear of both vehicles.

“Brother, I didn’t mean to this. My family is poor; how can I afford to compensate you?”

Cornelia got out of the car and deliberately leaned out of Murphy’s window, looking tearful.

Murphy immediately understood Cornelia’s playful intentions, curled his lips, and cooperated fully:

“Since that’s the case, sister, get in the car, and we’ll discuss the compensation issue.”

Ten minutes later, the Maybach began to shake violently.

Anyone could tell what was happening inside.

Murphy kissed her lower and lower, leaving more and more kiss marks on her snow-white body.

“Sister, this is so soft. Can I kiss it?”

“Sister, can I touch it?”

“Sister, can you move?”

Each time, Cornelia blushed fiercely, hugged him tightly, and fully enjoyed this crazy moment.

Afterward.

Cornelia’s phone rang again.

It was another provocative photo from Edith.

In the past, seeing those photos would always break her heart, but now, she felt no sadness at all.

She even had the mood to chat with Murphy, mentioning places that looked fun and suggesting they go together next time.

Hearing Cornelia daydreaming about their future, Murphy’s smile grew deeper.

A message suddenly popped up on her phone. It turned out that the long-dormant high school classmate group had become lively again, with everyone saying they hadn't seen each other in years and wanted to get together.

Cornelia suddenly smiled and said, “Do you think Parker will use this opportunity to bring us together?”

“I think so.”

Murphy kissed Cornelia on the forehead, and the two shared a smile.

At the class party, Cornelia, as Parker's nominal wife, sat beside him, but subconsciously kept a small distance between them.

Invisibly, Parker suddenly felt that Cornelia had grown much farther away from him.

For some reason, he felt a slight discomfort in his heart.

Cornelia accepted all the toasts from her old friends and even chatted with them cheerfully.

Clearly, their relationship had never been this close before, so why was Cornelia drinking all their toasts?

For a moment, Parker couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

But he steadied himself and sat beside her, pretended not to notice, and remained silent.

Given Parker's personality and status, no one dared to toast him, and even his presence there was unexpected.

As he watched Cornelia grow increasingly intoxicated yet still insist on drinking, Parker’s expression grew stiff.

He wanted to help Cornelia leave, but in the next moment, as if he’d thought of something, he took the phone from Cornelia’s hand and dialed Murphy’s number.

Murphy arrived shortly afterward, picked Cornelia up in his arms, and left.

Parker stood in the shadows, feeling the cold wind and watching them for a long time.

This was the first time he felt so frustrated.

But he also knew how much Cornelia loved him, so he was sure nothing would happen between them this time.

He stopped thinking about it and turned to find Edith.

Cornelia was buried in Murphy's arms, her consciousness unclear as she tugged at his collar.

As Parker turned away, she kissed Murphy on the lips, ...

The room was filled with sensuality.

When Parker returned , he saw the tidy room and felt a sense of relief.

Sure enough, nothing had happened.

Cornelia with nothing to do and in a good mood, was casually pruning flower branches in the greenhouse.

Suddenly, a figure followed her inside, and the greenhouse door was closed from the outside.

Before she even turned around, she guessed it was Murphy.

“Did you miss me?”

Murphy embraced Cornelia and kissed her forehead.

Lately, he had been busy with his thesis, so the number of times he came to meet Cornelia privately had decreased.

Cornelia didn't speak; she responded with a kiss filled with longing.

The two kissed passionately in the greenhouse, accidentally knocking over some delicate flowers.

Cornelia had already given up hope long ago. She accepted every opportunity Parker created, meeting with Murphy time and again.

Parker always thought nothing had happened between them and continued to find ways to create opportunities for them.

Until Cornelia noticed she was getting more and more sleepy and her appetite was waning, she immediately had her suspicions.

She quickly went to the hospital for a test, and sure enough, the results came back.

Three days later.

It was Parker’s birthday.

Cornelia hosted a banquet for him, inviting all the prominent families in their social circle.

The room was filled with the scent of perfume and the clinking of glasses.

Mr. Greene approached Parker with a glass of champagne and spoke earnestly once more: “Look at the wonderful wife you’ve married. I’ll overlook those past mistakes.”

“On the other hand, Edith isn’t just socially unacceptable—she’s also overly calculating. She pales in comparison to Cornelia. Everyone has seen how much Cornelia has loved you and sacrificed for you over the years. You should break up with Edith immediately, cherish Cornelia and live a good life with her. Otherwise, if she were to leave you, you would regret it.”

Upon hearing this, Parker couldn't help but glance at Cornelia, who was entertaining guests nearby.

Suddenly, he thought, if he were to tell Mr. Greene about his recent actions, he might faint on the spot from anger.

Fortunately, Cornelia loved him too much to have anything happen between her and Murphy.

He couldn't let go of Edith, but for Cornelia's sake, he would give her a child himself. This way, he could silence the gossip at home and give Cornelia something to rely on for the rest of her life.

He made up his mind.

Half an hour later, it was time to exchange gifts.

The people in the circle were either wealthy or noble, so the gifts they brought were naturally of high quality. But no matter how expensive the gifts were, Parker merely smiled faintly and placed them on the table.

Only the gift from Edith did he carefully accept, then instruct the servant to put it away.

Cornelia stood nearby, watched and gave a cold smile.

After the gifts were exchanged, Parker was about to cut the cake when a woman’s voice suddenly interrupted him.

“Wait a moment, I haven’t given my gift yet.”

Upon hearing this, everyone turned around to see that it was Parker’s wife, Cornelia.

Parker spoke indifferently, “Your gift can be given privately.”

He knew that once Cornelia gave her gift, Edith's would pale in comparison.

He didn't want his beloved to be criticized.

Cornelia smiled slightly, “Of course not. I've prepared this gift for a long time, and you'll definitely like it.”

Though Cornelia always put extra effort into her gifts each year, this time, hearing those words, Parker felt an uneasy premonition, as if she were implying something.

Before he could speak, Cornelia had already stepped forward.

In front of everyone, she handed the gifts in her hands one by one to him.

Parker hesitated for a moment before opening them one by one.

But the moment he opened them, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Inside lay only two things.

One was a divorce agreement!

The other was a pregnancy test result!