Chapter 5

Zachary had a bad stomach, so I always made light, bland meals for him.

Our son Ethan was very sensitive to food and would have allergic reactions easily, so I was always extra careful when cooking.

Seeing that I wasn't responding from inside the room, Zachary seemed to get anxious.

"Can you stop making a scene? I called you all day today and you didn't answer. I sent someone to the house to find you, and you wouldn't open the door. What exactly do you mean by this?"

Ever since this house had only me left in it, I'd always had trouble sleeping at night.

I would wear headphones and listen to music to fall asleep.

I truly hadn't heard the commotion when this father-son duo came home.

Never having been ignored before, Zachary was completely angry. He found the spare house key to unlock the door, then kicked it open with one foot.

The violent noise made the nightstand in the room shake. The medical books piled high on top fell all over the floor.

One book happened to land by the headboard, and only then did I slowly wake up a bit, sitting up with drowsy eyes.

Ever since I'd given birth to the child years ago, Zachary had been unwilling to stay in the same bedroom as me. What was going on today? Why had he suddenly come here?

"Do you need something?" I asked softly.

Hearing such a calm question, Zachary was instantly speechless.

Hearing his son still crying and making a fuss outside, he said irritably, "Our son is hungry. Aren't you going to come out and make food?"

"I don't think so. It's too late and I'm very tired. If you want to eat, restaurants outside serve food twenty-four hours a day."

Zachary froze.

If this had been before, if I'd heard that he and the child wanted to eat, I would have been overjoyed. But today I'd just refused them so bluntly?

"Our son is sick, and you want him to eat outside fast food? What kind of mother are you?"

Hearing this, I couldn't help but laugh mockingly.

"Didn't you say I'm not fit to be the child's mother? That I give him the wrong medicine, make a big fuss over small things, and that even the food I make might be poisoned!"

"Besides, Ethan also said today that my cooking tastes terrible. Since you all don't like my food, why should I exhaust myself making it?"

Zachary stood frozen in place. These words did sound very familiar.

Before, Autumn had fed Ethan fried chicken, which gave him diarrhea. I'd urgently made him throw it up and brought him medicine to take.

But Ethan had knocked it to the floor, saying I wasn't a doctor and shouldn't randomly give him medicine.

Zachary was silent for a long time before speaking. "Enough. I'm the child's father, and I also run a pharmaceutical company. Medicine has side effects. How can you just give it to a child casually?"

"I think you've gone crazy with wanting to do medical research, haven't you? Using your own son as a lab rat for experiments. I'm warning you, stop bringing your food in front of our son!"

"Making a big deal out of nothing. Ethan is a boy. You'll ruin him acting like this!"

That was the first time Zachary had blamed me.