Bequeathing All My Wealth To My Husband's Bastard Son

At that time, Rosie was incredibly excited, pacing back and forth in the hallway, wringing her hands nervously.

When she saw that I had given birth to a son, she immediately rushed over, grabbing the baby and refusing to let go. Her eyes were brimming with joy, turning red with excitement.

The nurse, unable to hold back a chuckle, teased her, "Who are you to the child? You seem even more excited than the mother!"

Rosie looked embarrassed but quickly tried to explain when she noticed I was silent. "Daphne, I couldn’t help myself! Kian is just too adorable, and I accidentally gave him a kiss. You’re not mad, are you?"

I smiled slightly and responded calmly, "Of course not. I’m so busy with work that I sometimes neglect my family. I’m grateful that you’re willing to help take care of Kian."

Hearing this, both Rosie and Stephen breathed a sigh of relief.

My son then ran up to me, his innocent eyes looking straight into mine as he asked, "Mom, are you going to the office today, or will you go to kindergarten with Dad and me?"

I gently patted his head and asked, "What does Kian want Mommy to do?"

Without hesitation, he replied, "I want Mommy to go to work, and Aunt Rosie can take Daddy and me to kindergarten!"

As though afraid Kian would say something inappropriate, Stephen quickly pulled him into his arms and explained to me, "Sweetheart, Kian just doesn’t want to distract you from work. Last time, he even told me not to bother you because you’re working so hard."

Rosie nodded in agreement. "Kian is such a considerate child. Only someone as outstanding as you, Daphne, could have such an obedient son."

Smiling, I said to my son, "Alright, let’s do as Kian says."

Hearing this, Kian jumped up and down with joy. He completely ignored my presence, grabbing Rosie and Stephen’s hands and dragging them outside.

Watching their happy little “family of three,” I allowed myself a faint smile, turned around, and went back to my study to continue my unfinished work.

Perhaps they thought I was easy to fool, that I’d never notice anything strange, so Rosie grew bolder by the day.

At first, she would sneak around with Stephen while I was at work. But now, even when I was home, she’d find all sorts of excuses to visit.

"Daphne, I’ve been teaching myself how to cook recently. I wanted to make something delicious to thank you for all your help over the years."

"Daphne, I just came back from the countryside and brought some local specialties for you."

"Daphne, I’ve quit my job to start a business, but I’m short on startup funds. Can you help me out?"

…

Although I knew deep down that Rosie’s visits were all excuses to see my son and Stephen, I never refused her.

Whenever she came, I always welcomed her politely. I even agreed to all her requests for help.

Stephen seemed delighted with this arrangement. Whenever Rosie came over, his lips would curl into an uncontrollable smile. Sometimes, he’d even flirt with her openly in front of me, exchanging knowing glances and secret smiles.

Even my son grew more and more attached to Rosie, going so far as to buy her a pair of house slippers so she could visit anytime she wanted.

This life continued until my son’s college entrance exams.

On the day the results were released, Rosie arrived at our house early in the morning to wait with us.

When we saw my son’s shockingly low score, Stephen furrowed his brows in anger.

"How could you score this poorly?" he snapped.

My son, however, remained nonchalant.