Mr. CEO, Your Wife has Signed the Divorce Papers!

"Barry, come to me."

My mother tries her best to stretch out her arms on the hospital bed with joy glistening in her eyes. She holds Barry's hand tightly, unwilling to let go. "I always know you are a good boy. I feel much better the moment I see you..."

She is so attentive to the conversation with Barry that she even doesn't glance at me, who has been silently standing by her side.

My mother is talking sincerely to Barry with great concern, while his impatience is apparently written on his face.

However, my mother acts as if she doesn't notice and tells me without turning her head, "Go and prepare a cup of coffee for Barry."

I lean against the door and pretend not to hear it. My mother snapped, "Why do you not listen to me at all? So this is how you serve your man?"

Barry gives me a sarcastic look and says, "How dare I let her serve me?"

He withdraws his arm mercilessly and continues, "Alright, I still have things to do in the company."

"Okay, don't let me keep you," My mother responds quickly, "Don't worry about me. I feel much better after drinking the coffee you gave me last time."

Hearing this, I can hardly restrain my laughter, but my smiling eyes soon become misty.

During these three years, every time she had a flare-up of her illness, I took care of her by her bedside day and night in every possible way even when she was incontinent. My arms were covered with bloody scratches from her.

By contrast, Barry would only come and see Mom with apparent unwillingness on his face once a month even if I urged him.

I've done so much for my mother, yet she seems to notice nothing and never cares about me. However, she has been praising Barry for the coffee, a giveaway that Barry casually regifted to her a year ago.

Even when she was suffering from cancer pain, she would repeat Barry's name over and over again in unconsciousness, burning my heart in a painful way.

There are moments that I truly wish Barry was her son, for I would feel the whole thing is much fairer in this way.

Unfortunately, it's just my unrealistic fantasy.

When my mother abnormally compelled me to marry Barry and lavished most of her attention on him, I did a maternity test, which verified that Barry had no blood ties with my mother or me.

The ardent smile on my mother's face soon fades after Barry left the hospital. Seeing her cover her chest with several coughs, I habitually hand her a glass of warm water and help her drink it.

"Shania."

Mom grabs my wrist and fixes her eyes on my face, afraid to miss a single change in my expression. "You and Barry have been married for three years, but why do you still have no child?"

I say with indifference on my face, "Mom, I can't get pregnant by myself."

She is silent for a while before she says firmly as if she has made a great decision, "I will go and tell Barry that I don't have much time left, so you must have a child right away.

"I've already prepared a name for the child, no matter if it is a boy or a girl, the child's name will be Danis Field."

I pause for a moment before I put the glass on the bedside table, pretending nothing has happened. I ask her with a smile, "Mom, are you kidding? If the child's surname is Field, then who will inherit our Harman Group?"

"A child surnamed Field is still your child, so why can't he inherit the Harman Group?" My mother's face suddenly darkens. She looks at me unhappily and retorts, "How can a child take his mother's surname? Do you want him to grow up and be taunted by others because of his surname?"

"No one will laugh at him for this." The smile on my lips gradually turns cold as my heart becomes as cold as ice.

"Mom, Harman Group was founded by Dad. I will never hand it over to an outsider. You should give up on this idea."