Dylan's Dad

Lily's face fell, but she soon snorted. "Now, now—you're wrong there, doc. I'm not the same as you.

"You see, I am going to be Dylan's official wife… while you? You're just going to be paid some money and told to leave."

I had to lower my eyes to hide my worry.

She was right—in my last life, it had been a maid who entered John's study, and she was paid off before being told to leave.

However, one thing separated me from that maid—I was very fertile, which was the reason why I was arranged to marry Dylan in one swift stroke.

Looking pointedly at Lily's maid uniform, I shrugged. "Just watch your back, Ms. Bright."

That was when Dylan stepped out of his room, putting his arm around Lily's shoulders as he asked tenderly, "Are you alright? Why don't you rest a little more?"

Lily lowered her head shyly. "I still have work to do. I can't goof off for too long."

Then, she looked up at me pointedly, "I'm not Dr. Jones, after all. She gets too much free time."

Dylan snorted coolly. "She's just the family doctor. Be a good girl now—didn't I tell you that I'd be taking responsibility?"

His eyes were cold as he turned toward me. "I guess you know your place, telling Levi to get Lily instead. Even then, quit coveting what you'd never have."

"Yeah," I replied very quietly, as his words sliced through my heart like a blade.

So he always knew that I loved him.

In my past life, I had fallen for him because he vouched for me, which led to the Sullivans sponsoring me in med school.

Years later, I offered my services to the Sullivans as their family doctor so that I could be close to Dylan.

And before we married, I asked him if he was willing.

His answer then was, "Anyone will do. Don't worry about anything and just be Mrs. Sullivan."

However, he turned against me as soon as he claimed his place as the next head of the family.

In the end, he was no more than a liar and a hypocrite.

But in this life, I didn't mind seeing what would become of Lily and Dylan without my involvement.

Just as I turned to leave, Dylan suddenly grabbed my wrist so forcefully I winced in pain.

However, his eyes were fixed on the red mark that was left glaringly obvious on my skin, near the collar.

"What's this?!" He demanded, his voice cold as ice. "Where did you get it!"

My body was already sore all over, and it felt like I would fall into pieces with the way he pulled me.

Still, I fought against the pain and glared at him coolly, "That isn't any of your business, is it—Mr. Dylan?"

Dylan's face turned ashen with an emotion I didn't quite understand.

Still, his eyes soon narrowed in disdain as he scoffed. "Who was it? One of the servants? Guess that's all you can amount to."

"Help…" Lily suddenly gasped softly from behind before I could retort.

Dylan promptly released me and hurried to her, even as she leaned meekly and helplessly against the wall. "My legs… They hurt so much…"

Dylan scooped her up in his arms, while she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her cheek against his chest.

However, her eyes were fixed on me with a provoking leer.

In the past, Lily had been obsessed with rising to the top, constantly bewitching Dylan with her delicate maiden act.

When I was about to marry Dylan, she started hooking up with other rich kids, intent on provoking Dylan.

She ended up developing a habit instead, and she was delirious with drugs when she rushed into the middle of a busy highway and got herself killed.

But ironically, Dylan thought she had been loyally obsessed with him…

I gently stroked my belly just then, feeling a burning sensation—one more violent than when I was pregnant in my last life.