My Son Fed Me Cake to Kill My Baby

The car came to a halt at the staff dormitory building of the museum.

I carried my suitcase upstairs and opened the single apartment that my boss, Alex Darmon, had reserved for me. Before I could even unpack, I received a call from Alex.

"Sienna, there's a mission from above. A large tomb has been discovered in the Patagonian Desert. They need urgent restoration of cultural relics. I booked a flight for tomorrow for you. Hurry up and pack your luggage! This mission is important. Don't worry, I'll go with you to apologize to Mr. Quest when you come back..."

"No need, Mr. Darmon. I'm planning to get divorced. I'll focus on the restoration of cultural relics from now on," I replied softly.

Sterling had never liked me devoting myself entirely to the restoration of cultural relics. He did not have any respect for the work and said that it would prevent me from concentrating on taking care of Zac. I cared about him and Zac, so I always rejected business trips that Alex arranged.

Only now did I understand that the only ones who would never betray me were those seemingly cold cultural relics in the museum.

When Alex heard me say that, he let out a sigh of relief, though his tone was tinged with regret. "Oh... Sienna, it's good that you've figured it out. You're brilliant. To be honest, we all think Sterling doesn't deserve you!"

A warm current flowed through my heart. Over the years, Alex had always treated me like his own daughter.

I smiled with relief. "Yeah, I think so too."

This night's sleep was the most peaceful one I had had in recent years. I did not need to prepare supper for Sterling, who got off work, nor tuck in Zac, who always had nightmares.

I slept till dawn. I washed up and dragged my luggage to the courthouse. However, Sterling did not show up after I waited for three hours. I called him more than a dozen times, but he never answered.

The boarding time was getting closer and closer, so I could only leave first.

After checking in, a gossip article popped up on the news interface before I turned off my phone.

[The president of Quest Group announces his investment in a movie based on the award-winning screenwriter, Ms. Winona White.]

[Childhood sweethearts are indeed invincible.]

'Is Sterling finally going to support Winona directly?' I thought as I sneered. I exited the news interface and switched off my phone.

Looking at the scenery outside the window getting smaller and smaller, I felt calm. No matter what happened to them, it had nothing to do with me.

Putting on the eye mask, I fell asleep until a violent turbulence woke me up.

The passengers around me were in a panic. I did not even have time to figure out what had happened. The next second, the plane suddenly lost altitude, and my head unexpectedly hit the luggage rack.

...

In the office of the president of Quest Group, Sterling had just finished the meeting specially held regarding Winona's script when he found more than a dozen calls from Sienna on his phone. He had set it to silent mode.

His business partner joked, "Mrs. Quest is still as clingy as ever. I envy you."

However, Sterling sneered, "She's asking for forgiveness. I have to ignore her so that she knows not to take advantage of others..."

He was interrupted by an unfamiliar call. "Hello, is this Mr. Quest, the husband of Ms. Sienna Summer? The flight that Ms. Summer took at 11:00 am unfortunately crashed due to a mechanical failure..."