Congratulations Husband on Marrying the Maternity Nurse

Chloe instinctively took a step back.

Then she hid her wrists behind her back.

But the strong perfume smell was choking.

The supervisor of the housekeeping center grabbed Chloe's hand and sniffed it.

Then her face darkened.

She demanded, "Chloe, apologize to the client."

I threw a pack of wet wipes to the supervisor, coldly eyeing Chloe.

The supervisor wanted to wipe, but as soon as she got close to Chloe's face, Chloe stepped back.

She screamed, saying it was a violation of her rights as a worker and that she could report it to the police.

Declan came forward to intervene, saying this was just a small friction between us.

He said, "My wife doesn't understand. It's not just Chloe's fault."

I looked at him coldly.

I said, "Since that's the case, why don't you pay her salary? She worked for one day in total, and the fee is one thousand dollars."

"One thousand?"

Declan's eyes widened as he held up one finger.

He knew maternity nurses were expensive, but he didn't expect them to be this expensive.

Unable to speak clearly, he questioned me, "You gave birth to the child and hired the maternity nurse, but you want me to pay? I won't pay. I didn't even get to enjoy her services."

He sat far away.

His face was full of anger.

Chloe's eyes were filled with tears, her face red from being wiped with tissues.

The supervisor held the tissue, apologizing to me.

She said their management was not strict enough, they would deal with this seriously, and we didn't need to pay for the service.

Hearing that he didn't have to pay, Declan became smug.

He kept praising Chloe, saying she did a good job, the food she cooked was delicious, and she cleaned well.

His words embarrassed the supervisor.

Finally, she asked me, "Was the postpartum meal prepared by Chloe to your liking?"

I muttered, "Postpartum meal?"

If last night's beef with chili and soup counted...

Declan answered, "The beef was so delicious, even better than what my mom makes."

His words further embarrassed the supervisor.

She told us that the company would fire Chloe and blacklist her across the industry.

A maternity nurse of this quality couldn't remain in the profession.

I wholeheartedly agreed.

Letting her go on to harm other new mothers would be a great misfortune.

Chloe was sobbing.

When she heard she could no longer do this job that earned her so much money, she pointed at the cosmetics in the bathroom, saying I had smashed several tens of thousands worth of her makeup.

She wanted to call the police for compensation.

"Well..."

The supervisor obviously hadn't dealt with such a situation before.

"Call the police. Do it," I said.

I closed the bathroom door behind me.

"Don't wipe out the fingerprints."