"Mr. Farrell, your daughter passed out because she was pregnant. She's been pregnant for eight weeks."
"What?"
Martha Farrell was taken aback as she got up from the hospital bed. "Impossible! Doctor, could there be a mistake?"
She didn't even have a boyfriend. How could she be pregnant?
Could it be that the encounter from two months ago wasn't a dream but real?
Slap!
Martha stood there, utterly stunned by the slap.
"Shameless wretch! Alden said he never touched you. Whose b*stard is growing in your belly?" Leon Farrell, Martha's father, was bellowed with rage, his face turning red.
Martha covered her face, her lips quivering, and her eyes brimming with tears.
She had no recollection of who the man was from that night. Even the events seemed hazy, as if she had experienced them in a dream.
"Don't want to talk, huh? Then get out of the Farrell family with your b*stard! I disown you as my daughter!"
Leon declared fiercely before storming off.
Martha stood there, her heart heavy with sorrow and confusion as tears streamed down her face.
She knew her father had never truly cared for her.
Raised mistakenly in the countryside, she had only been brought back into the family six months ago.
Her father constantly found her lacking, considering her too weak and not outstanding enough.
The one person he truly cared about was Jolene Farrell, the outstanding adopted daughter of the Farrell family.
Having returned home six months ago, Martha diligently tried to emulate the image of a refined lady, avoiding any behavior deemed inappropriate.
Even during her dates with her fiancé, Alden Booker, she never crossed any boundaries.
However, today she suddenly fainted at home, and upon coming to the hospital, they discovered she was pregnant!
But she had no idea how it happened or why.
Outside the ward, Jolene stood at the door, peering through the glass window with a malevolent stare at Martha.
She thought, "Martha, dreaming of soaring to the top like a phoenix? What a joke!"
"I'm the only true heiress of the Farrell family!"
"If you dare to take what's rightfully mine, this is what you get!"
...
Six years later, on the plane back to Gekwood.
Three beautiful children sat in a row, attracting everyone's attention with their doll-like cuteness.
"Where's Mommy? Where did she go?"
"I think Mommy went to the first-class cabin."
"Then let's wait for Mommy to come back!"
In the first-class cabin.
Martha carried three bottles of milk that the stewardess had kindly heated for her as she made her way through the luxurious section of the plane.
Suddenly, a unique fragrance reached her senses.
It was crisp and alluring, reminiscent of the scent of lotus petals scattered on freshly fallen snow.
The aroma triggered a sense of familiarity, as if she had encountered it in a dream six years ago.
Pausing in her steps, Martha glanced sideways.
Seated on the right side of the first-class cabin was a man in a black shirt.
His eyes were closed as he leaned against the window, his features exquisitely chiseled, his nose elegant, and his skin fair.
Quiet and composed, he exuded an aura of cool mystique.
Martha gazed intently at his handsome side profile, her eyebrows slightly knitted.
She had a keen sense of smell.
Could he be the same person who had slept with her in that dream all those years ago?
