Now you are in the room, finally having lulled your three children to sleep. The children sleep so sweetly, and you gaze at them with loving eyes. Moving closer to Roy, you gently apply medicine to the bruises on his body. You are so focused on this that you don’t notice your surroundings. Suddenly, a familiar, large figure appears, enveloping your body — it’s him. He wraps his strong arms around your waist and buries his face in your neck, his warm breath brushing against your skin.

"My love, are you done? Let's go back to the bedroom, I miss you~."

You open your eyes wide, veins starting to show on your forehead as anger rises. You try to resist, but you forget how tightly he’s holding you; whenever he embraces you, there’s no escaping him. His physique is much larger than other men. He shows no concern for his children but instead says things that lack any meaning. A father like that is worthless, how could he be worthy of the title?.

“Get away from me right now, divorce me, I don’t want to speak with you anymore.”

Hearing that, his eyes darkened for a moment, as if he was about to do something to you, but he took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. He looked at Callista, Reginald, and Roy as they slept, his gaze lingering longest on Roy before noticing the medicine in your hand. Then he turned you to face him, his cold eyes locking onto yours “If you dare to say those words again, don’t blame me.”

He warned you, then embraced you, burying his face into your neck once more “I’m truly sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt our child.”