Our parents came with him.
The moment my mother-in-law saw me, she exploded in fury.
“You can’t even watch where you’re going while pregnant! An adult tripping on her own feet—what are you even capable of?”
“Do you know how many times I’ve prayed to the gods and Buddhas for Ethan to have a son soon? Otherwise, everything in the family will go to that little tramp.”
Ethan wasn’t an only child; he had a younger brother born outside marriage. My father-in-law declared that whoever bore the Graham family’s eldest grandson first would receive 20% of the shares.
My stepmother glanced at me with disdain before smiling obsequiously at my mother-in-law.
“My dear in-law, this child has always been stubborn. Don’t be angry. Mr. Sterling and I will make sure she’s disciplined.”
My father glared at me, too. After all, if I’d carried the Graham family’s eldest grandson, he could act superior when dealing with the Graham family.
But I was worthless; I’d lost that precious grandson.
Everyone stared at me, some satisfied, some disappointed, but no one asked why I miscarried, and no one even asked if I was in pain.
My face was ghostly pale as I listened to their scolding and insults, calling me useless.