"Chelsea, I really envy you for having such a supportive mother-in-law. Even if you cause trouble, she'll cover for you. Sure, your husband made a mistake, but he's at least the CEO of three companies! A man like that can be forgiven for anything."
Chelsea laughed smugly, looking at me like I was nothing more than an ant, utterly disdainful.
"Of course! Once I marry Philip, everything in this house will be mine! All of my mother-in-law's wealth will eventually be inherited by me!"
Philip once told me that Chelsea was a simple, sweet girl, not worldly, unlike those vain girls.
Now I could see clearly—she was just a gold-digger!
She was after our family's money and didn't care about Philip at all!
Birds of a feather flock together, after all!
Chelsea's friends, saying such immoral things, were probably no better than her.
Just as I was thinking this, someone stared at my pregnancy report and raised a question.
"Didn't you say your mother-in-law is Yvette, the richest woman in Rossie City? But look at this pregnancy report; it says the name is Yvette too."
"And she just said she's Philip's mother. Could we have... attacked the wrong person?"
