She cradled Apollo in her arms and started walking upstairs—only to suddenly lean weakly into Samuel’s chest, murmuring, "Sam, I feel a little dizzy..."
Samuel immediately shoved me aside and caught her in his arms, his expression full of worry.
"How could this happen? You must be feeling weak after childbirth. I told you to rest at the postpartum center! Come on, I’ll carry you upstairs."
My right leg was still bandaged from the accident.
With that sudden push, I lost my balance and collapsed onto the floor, pain shooting through me like a knife. But Samuel didn’t spare me a single glance.
Right in front of everyone, he scooped Xandra into a princess carry—holding both her and Apollo—before heading upstairs.
The room erupted with ridicule.
Mocking voices filled the air, dripping with contempt.
"No wonder Samuel dotes on Xandra. Not only is she beautiful, but she’s also kind-hearted enough to feed someone else’s child. Unlike this useless woman—so cheap and embarrassing. She can’t even tolerate a little leg pain and even took medicine while breastfeeding. How selfish!"