Finally, on her last attempt, someone answered. All she got in response was a cold, mechanical female voice. it wasn’t Sean.
"Madam, Mr. Carter is in a meeting right now. You can call back later ..."
Before she could finish, a faint, unmistakable moan leaked through the phone.
Mother-in-law was no fool. She knew exactly what was going on and turned pale with rage.
"Tell Sean this: If he still considers me his mother, if he still recognizes me as his mother, hurry up and come to the hospital; otherwise, I'll just pretend that I haven't given birth to him in this life!"
After ending the call, my mother-in-law's moist eyes overflowed with tears. She held my hand tightly, her voice trembling with a cry, "I'm sorry, Aria…. This is all my fault. I should never have forced you to stay with him, causing you to suffer so much …."
It was true — she had orchestrated my marriage to Sean.
After I graduated from college, she arranged a blind date and told him bluntly that I was the only suitable daughter-in-law for the Carter Family.
He protested and fought against the idea, but he couldn’t overcome her persistence. We got married.