---- to me for an IVF treatment because your husband was infertile. It didn't matter since it was IVF, right? My genes were excellent too, unlike that infertile husband of yours. Look-isn't Emma a lovely child?" Preston grew agitated with each word he spoke. In the end, he even sounded aggravated as though I had sinned against him by refusing to let this slide. Emma poked her head from behind me. She curiously glanced at Preston. "Mommy, is that my Daddy?" "No!" I screamed, cutting her off. "Victor Harlan was your father. He passed away in a car accident before you were born!" Emma lowered her head in disappointment. She muttered, "But I like this Daddy more..." Exhausted from the events of the day, I led Emma out of the police station in defeat. ---- "Jeanine, get into my car. I'll give you a lift. Emma is my kid, after all. I won't hang you out to dry after knowing how difficult life is for you." I stared at him incredulously after listening to his horseshit. What made him assume I was struggling? However, it soon made sense. When I went for IVF treatment, I only told Preston I was married, but he had no idea I was married to Victor Harlan, the sole heir of the Harlan Group. Besides, I wasn't involved in the acquisition of a hospital that Victor oversaw. Had Preston been thinking I was an ordinary woman living an ordinary life? Scoffing silently, I vowed to make him pay the price for his ignorance. I gave him the cold shoulder and tried to leave with Emma. Suddenly, Emma squeezed my hand. Tears glimmered in her eyes. "Mommy, I want to ---- go home with Daddy."