Here it comes again.
Hansen Ruiz sighed helplessly in his heart. Ever since Julia Bluen had given birth to her son, his wife, Rachel, hadn't been able to visit. It had already been half a month, yet she still asked about it every day, demanding that he describe in detail what Ivan Horne looked like, as if she were the child's mother.
"Rachel, his first-month celebration is approaching. After that, you can see him."
Rachel pouted. She wanted to see him now.
Looking down at her own seven-month pregnant belly, round and prominent, everyone said it was a daughter.
A daughter would be even better, she thought.
Thinking of a daughter, Rachel Bailey naturally also thought of her mother-in-law, who favored boys over girls.
Several months had passed. Her mother-in-law had neither visited again nor made a single phone call. Even the villa her mother-in-law had bought across from their house had been entrusted to the Ruiz Family's housekeeper to be sold off.
