Husband cut my climbing rope to avenge his assistant.

I shouted, pleading in my tone.

Vincent leaned forward to investigate, frowning slightly.

Obviously he also knew that my winter clothes were useless and it was no different whether I wore them or not.

I seized the opportunity and yelled, "Vincent, we agreed to have a baby!"

"Others don't know, but you don't know?"

"We've been trying to get pregnant for five years, and this might be our last chance!"

Vincent's sperm quality is not good and my constitution is cold.

It was very easy to get pregnant before, but the pregnancy died halfway.

Vincent and I have been working on our health over the years.

He gave up smoking and drinking, ate a healthy diet, and exercised every day.

During the years I was at The Bureau, my supervisor was very concerned about my health and found several well-known holistic therapies for me.

My colleagues rely on coffee to stay alive, but I rely on Holistic Therapy to stay awake.

During the worst period of drinking, I would feel nauseous and vomit bile whenever I smelled the medicine soup.

Now, my body has finally recovered and I will soon be able to become a parent as I wish.

But for the sake of a mere assistant, he left me, who had a cold body, in such a desperate situation.

He never thought that such an extreme approach would make all my efforts to get pregnant come to nothing.

A complicated look appeared in Vincent's eyes, as if he couldn't bear it.

He was about to say something when Scarlett interrupted him.

"Vincent, you'd better stop getting angry with my sister-in-law because of me."

"Although my sister-in-law made mistakes, she is the wife of the president of Kingsley Group after all. She has a noble status and is a member of a wealthy family."

"Unlike a poor man like me who comes from the countryside, whose life is worthless and can withstand the torment."

She looked strong on the outside, but tears welled up in her eyes.

It was as if he had endured a great injustice when he said this.

Seeing this, Vincent showed an expression of pity and doting.

When he looked at me again, his expression suddenly changed: "Compared to Scarlett, you are just a cheap country chicken."

"I built this huge Kingsley Group single-handedly."

"You spent six years in the outfield and gave nothing."

"Why do I rely on my status to act so arrogantly? What qualifications do I have to be called a royal concubine?"

He paused slightly, his eyes growing more disgusted: "Since you mentioned the child, don't say I didn't give you a chance."

"Now, kowtow and apologize to Scarlett immediately, and I will grant you the opportunity to continue the Foster family's lineage!"

"Otherwise, you will never be able to have my child in this life."

"After all, a child born from inferior genes like yours is really dispensable."

Hearing that, my blood boiled. "You want me to apologize for something I didn't do wrong? You're dreaming!"

Vincent also lost his temper and snapped, "Okay, then wait and see!"

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, the wind is blowing up there, and it will only get colder down there."

"I want to see how long you can be stubborn!"

Suddenly——

"Vincent, how long do you think my sister-in-law can hold on?"

A rich second-generation came up and asked.

Immediately afterwards, people around started to speculate, and the answers were so different that they almost started arguing.

Vincent interrupted loudly, "What's there to be fussing about? Let's open a bet and everyone's happy. Win or lose, everyone's happy."

So, at Vincent's suggestion, a gambling game began.

The person who asks the question first becomes the banker.

Vincent's lackeys placed bets and commented on my condition.

A few experienced people estimated my limit based on my current condition and ambient temperature and placed bets accordingly.

"I bet you five million dollars that my sister-in-law won't last more than twenty minutes."

The lackey shouted excitedly.

There was a commotion all around.

Every note is like a knife, stabbing my frozen heart.