His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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"Thanks for being so good to Marcus." Vera looked up and saw Whitney in the elevator, smiling awkwardly: "Whitney, is Camden okay?"
"Maybe you should let Harrison help watch the kid for a bit?"
"Like hell she deserves my help with her kid." Harrison snorted: "Whitney, you're really willing to go all out to get me home—even making your own son sick to ambush me at the hospital?"
"What kind of heartless mother are you?"
Whitney completely ignored him, focusing on adjusting the child's clothes.
But the handle of her baby bag broke, spilling bottles and diapers everywhere.
She endured the sharp pain from her C-section scar, struggling to crouch down and pick things up.
Vera supported her arm: "Whitney, you have an injury—don't move. Let me help."
"Vera, why are you helping her?" Harrison pulled Vera behind him, annoyed: "Who knows what tricks she's playing to hurt you. Stay away from her!"
"Harrison, don't think so badly of Whitney. We were roommates, after all." Vera's voice was gentle: "She may have been a slow learner, but she was very hardworking!"
"Ha, hardworking to get dead last in her grade?" Harrison's tone was mocking: "Having her as a mother is a total disgrace to my son!"
"Having you as a father is an even bigger disgrace to my son." Whitney endured the pain from her incision, picking up the child's cup with an indifferent expression: "Don't ever say you're Camden's father again—you don't deserve it!"
Harrison looked at Whitney in disbelief.
Suddenly he felt the Whitney in front of him was becoming more and more unfamiliar.
She'd always been obedient around him, never daring to talk back like this!
"Whitney Collins, drop the hard-to-get act!" Harrison's face darkened: "I'm telling you—no matter what you do tonight, I'm NOT coming home!"
Before he finished speaking, Whitney left the elevator with her child.
Suddenly she stopped, staring in surprise.
Camden somehow reached his tiny hand out from the blue blanket to grab Harrison's sleeve, babbling something at him. Milk dribbled from the child's mouth onto the man's hand.
Harrison froze for a moment, then shook off the child's touch, took off his suit jacket and threw it in a nearby trash can, frowning: "What are you doing? Disgusting!"
The little guy was scared by his harsh tone, burying his head in Whitney's chest and crying sadly.
"Don't cry, Camden. Mommy's here." Whitney's heart was breaking as she gently kissed away the tears from the child's eyes, her voice choked: "Mommy will always be with you, sweetie. From now on, it's just us two—we'll live well together."
Hearing this, Harrison couldn't help but stop.
Watching her defeated expression, he felt a nagging unease—like something was slipping out of his control.
"Harrison, Marcus has a nosebleed!" Vera said urgently: "Quick, take him to the bathroom!"
Harrison snapped back to reality and left with Marcus, then suddenly stopped again, his voice cold: "Whitney Collins, the day after tomorrow is the child's full-month celebration. I'm WARNING you—take good care of the kid and stop tormenting him, or I'll hold you responsible!"
Whitney lowered her eyes and smiled coldly, saying nothing.
In 12 hours, she'd be gone with the child!
All he'd get at the full-month celebration was divorce papers!
"Maybe you should let Harrison help watch the kid for a bit?"
"Like hell she deserves my help with her kid." Harrison snorted: "Whitney, you're really willing to go all out to get me home—even making your own son sick to ambush me at the hospital?"
"What kind of heartless mother are you?"
Whitney completely ignored him, focusing on adjusting the child's clothes.
But the handle of her baby bag broke, spilling bottles and diapers everywhere.
She endured the sharp pain from her C-section scar, struggling to crouch down and pick things up.
Vera supported her arm: "Whitney, you have an injury—don't move. Let me help."
"Vera, why are you helping her?" Harrison pulled Vera behind him, annoyed: "Who knows what tricks she's playing to hurt you. Stay away from her!"
"Harrison, don't think so badly of Whitney. We were roommates, after all." Vera's voice was gentle: "She may have been a slow learner, but she was very hardworking!"
"Ha, hardworking to get dead last in her grade?" Harrison's tone was mocking: "Having her as a mother is a total disgrace to my son!"
"Having you as a father is an even bigger disgrace to my son." Whitney endured the pain from her incision, picking up the child's cup with an indifferent expression: "Don't ever say you're Camden's father again—you don't deserve it!"
Harrison looked at Whitney in disbelief.
Suddenly he felt the Whitney in front of him was becoming more and more unfamiliar.
She'd always been obedient around him, never daring to talk back like this!
"Whitney Collins, drop the hard-to-get act!" Harrison's face darkened: "I'm telling you—no matter what you do tonight, I'm NOT coming home!"
Before he finished speaking, Whitney left the elevator with her child.
Suddenly she stopped, staring in surprise.
Camden somehow reached his tiny hand out from the blue blanket to grab Harrison's sleeve, babbling something at him. Milk dribbled from the child's mouth onto the man's hand.
Harrison froze for a moment, then shook off the child's touch, took off his suit jacket and threw it in a nearby trash can, frowning: "What are you doing? Disgusting!"
The little guy was scared by his harsh tone, burying his head in Whitney's chest and crying sadly.
"Don't cry, Camden. Mommy's here." Whitney's heart was breaking as she gently kissed away the tears from the child's eyes, her voice choked: "Mommy will always be with you, sweetie. From now on, it's just us two—we'll live well together."
Hearing this, Harrison couldn't help but stop.
Watching her defeated expression, he felt a nagging unease—like something was slipping out of his control.
"Harrison, Marcus has a nosebleed!" Vera said urgently: "Quick, take him to the bathroom!"
Harrison snapped back to reality and left with Marcus, then suddenly stopped again, his voice cold: "Whitney Collins, the day after tomorrow is the child's full-month celebration. I'm WARNING you—take good care of the kid and stop tormenting him, or I'll hold you responsible!"
Whitney lowered her eyes and smiled coldly, saying nothing.
In 12 hours, she'd be gone with the child!
All he'd get at the full-month celebration was divorce papers!
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