My FIL’s Forbidden Postpartum Care - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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My mother-in-law's words hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me speechless and numb.
By the time I caught my breath, she was already beside me, grinning like she'd just handed me the best news in the world.
"You have no idea—hiring a professional confinement nanny costs a fortune, ten to twenty grand a month! It's not that we're cheap, but why throw money away when we don't have to? Your father-in-law works as a male confinement nanny down in Guangdong. He's thorough, hardworking—clients fight over him!"
"Mom, you can't be serious—"
Rage choked my words. My vision blurred with tears I refused to let fall. I wanted to scream, but my body just shook, trapped between fury and disbelief.
"Are you trying to humiliate me?"
Her smile dropped like a stone.
"Vivian, be realistic. You know what Eric makes. Four, five thousand a month if he's lucky. If we don't pinch pennies now, how are we supposed to raise this baby?"
Oh, I knew. I knew exactly how useless Eric was. The man I'd picked, the man I'd trusted—couldn't even afford basic care for his own child. The realization burned like acid. I turned away, biting my lip to keep from sobbing.
Seeing me crumble, she softened, patting my back like I was some fragile thing.
"You gave us William—you're the family hero. We won't forget that. Isn't your father-in-law just trying to help? Come on, sweetheart, don't cry. It's bad for recovery."
"Enough. You're not helping."
Before I could snap back, my father-in-law cut in, his voice sharp—uncharacteristically harsh.
We both froze. Gentle Richard never raised his voice.
"Richard Lowell, don't you dare! You know damn well how tight money is! I'm killing myself to take care of Vivian while scraping together their future, and now I'm the bad guy?"
Her voice cracked with fury. With one last glare, she stomped out and slammed the door hard enough to rattle the walls.
Richard sighed and followed, leaving me alone.
Exhausted, I cried until I passed out.
When I woke, the room was silent.
Something felt off. I shuffled to the living room in my slippers, following a faint slosh-slosh from the bathroom.
Then I saw him—Richard, hunched over the sink, scrubbing something with too much focus.
And then I saw what he was scrubbing.
I barely smothered my scream behind my palm.
By the time I caught my breath, she was already beside me, grinning like she'd just handed me the best news in the world.
"You have no idea—hiring a professional confinement nanny costs a fortune, ten to twenty grand a month! It's not that we're cheap, but why throw money away when we don't have to? Your father-in-law works as a male confinement nanny down in Guangdong. He's thorough, hardworking—clients fight over him!"
"Mom, you can't be serious—"
Rage choked my words. My vision blurred with tears I refused to let fall. I wanted to scream, but my body just shook, trapped between fury and disbelief.
"Are you trying to humiliate me?"
Her smile dropped like a stone.
"Vivian, be realistic. You know what Eric makes. Four, five thousand a month if he's lucky. If we don't pinch pennies now, how are we supposed to raise this baby?"
Oh, I knew. I knew exactly how useless Eric was. The man I'd picked, the man I'd trusted—couldn't even afford basic care for his own child. The realization burned like acid. I turned away, biting my lip to keep from sobbing.
Seeing me crumble, she softened, patting my back like I was some fragile thing.
"You gave us William—you're the family hero. We won't forget that. Isn't your father-in-law just trying to help? Come on, sweetheart, don't cry. It's bad for recovery."
"Enough. You're not helping."
Before I could snap back, my father-in-law cut in, his voice sharp—uncharacteristically harsh.
We both froze. Gentle Richard never raised his voice.
"Richard Lowell, don't you dare! You know damn well how tight money is! I'm killing myself to take care of Vivian while scraping together their future, and now I'm the bad guy?"
Her voice cracked with fury. With one last glare, she stomped out and slammed the door hard enough to rattle the walls.
Richard sighed and followed, leaving me alone.
Exhausted, I cried until I passed out.
When I woke, the room was silent.
Something felt off. I shuffled to the living room in my slippers, following a faint slosh-slosh from the bathroom.
Then I saw him—Richard, hunched over the sink, scrubbing something with too much focus.
And then I saw what he was scrubbing.
I barely smothered my scream behind my palm.
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