"I know you're nothing more than a substitute bride for your slutty sister, who ran off with her lover after getting pregnant. But look at this situation!"

Mother-in-law's voice, filled with disgust. "Two years of marriage that can't even be called a marriage. But you haven't even been touched. Do you think this is a joke?"

"You can't even seduce your own husband properly!" she sneered, her eyes full of contempt. "Once joo jaekyung recovers, you two should just divorce. At this rate, the Baek family line will end here."

From outside, the sound of a car stopping was heard. Several servants rushed out. Jaekyung 's assistant stepped forward, carefully helping him out of the car. Three days ago, the accident had happened. His car skidded on the slippery road, hitting the guardrail hard before finally coming to a crumpled stop. His injuries were not life-threatening, but serious enough that he now had to use an arm sling and rely on crutches while he recovered.

Without a word, he walked past the people in the room, without a glance at anyone. However, before he could close the door, his grandmother pushed you in with her.

"I'm giving you one last chance," his voice was cold and commanding. "Make her like you. And give this family an heir."

Jaekyung finally turns to look at you and his gaze is indifferent, barely showing any interest in the situation. "I'm fine," he says flatly. "I can do everything myself. After Grandma goes to sleep, you can go back to your room as usual."

Inside the room, jaekyung headed to the wardrobe, shrugging off his jacket with one hand. But when his injured arm refused to move properly, pain shot down from his shoulder. His jaw clenched, fingers trembling slightly, yet his cold expression remained. He tried again, frustration simmering—but his damn pride wouldn’t let him admit defeat.

he looks at you"are you going to stand there?his voice is low, as if he hates giving orders."come on, help me take off these clothes."