In a dark room.
Whitmore Eleanor lay naked on the luxurious bed. Her palms were covered in sweat as she nervously waited for the man to arrive.
She didn't know how long it took, but there was a sound at the door. Then, she only felt a tall figure getting on the bed.
The next second, the man's cold fingers covered her face and then slowly slid down.
"Are you ready?" His voice was so cold that it was suffocating.
"Um... yes..." Whitmore Eleanor nodded and answered in a low voice.
However, his body could not stop trembling.
She dare not to say too much. On the one hand, she was nervous. On the other hand, she couldn't let the man hear her voice.
She had come here on Whitmore Victoria's behalf.
Her mother was seriously ill and the treatment cost a lot of money.
The Whitmore family had told her that as long as she could give birth to a child for Whitmore Victoria, they would be responsible for her mother's treatment fee.
Whitmore Victoria had given birth several times, and the doctor said that it was very difficult for her to get pregnant.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to replace him.
"Then let's begin."
At this time, the man's cold and indifferent voice came to her ears.
Whitmore Eleanor couldn't help trembling because of fear.
The man seemed to have noticed her nervousness and frowned slightly.
He knew that this woman was Whitmore Victoria, the eldest daughter of the Whitmore family. She was also the one who had signed up for him to give birth.
Since he wanted to be her delivery tool, why did he have to look so scared and nervous?
Monroe Liam's expression was cold as he started.
"It hurts..."
Whitmore Eleanor's face turned pale.
If it weren't for the failure of artificial pregnancy, he wouldn't have had to go this far.
"Bear with it!"
He snorted coldly without any pity.
Nine months later.
In a private hospital, the Whitmore family had already bribed the doctors here.
She had been locked up in the Whitmore family since she got pregnant.
It was said that her name was to nourish the fetus. In fact, she was not allowed to go out and run around in case the Monroe family found out.
In the operating room.
After a few hours, Whitmore Eleanor felt so much pain that she was no longer herself.
Finally, she heard the child's crying.
"It's a boy."
In a daze, she heard the doctor's voice and then fainted.
When she woke up, she was in a luxurious ward. Ignoring the doctor and the nurse, she called to the hospital where her mother had been hospitalized.
A strange old lady was lying on her mother's bed. Whitmore Eleanor anxiously went to find her mother's attending doctor.
"Where have you been in the past few months? Because no one has make any form of payment, we dare not operate on your mother. Your mother passed away three months ago."
What?
"Didn't my mom receive any treatment?"
"Has... passed away?"
Whitmore Eleanor's vision went dark and she fell to the ground.
Three years later, at the North City Airport.
Out of the airport lobby, she saw the blue sky and white clouds in the country of Nova. Whitmore Eleanor felt as if she had been separated from the world. She didn't expect that she could still set foot in this place.
After she fainted, when she woke up, she was already on the plane to the U.S. and had no luggage, not even a piece of luggage.
The Whitmore family wanted to kill her after killing her mother.
However, Whitmore Eleanor had survived a tough life in a foreign country. No matter how hard it was, she gritted her teeth and insisted, just in order to come back one day-to avenge herself.
"Mommy, give me a hug."
While she was lost in thought, she suddenly heard a child's voice beside her.
Whitmore Eleanor turned around and saw a cute boy standing next to her, opening her hand to him.
Her eyes turned from fierce to soft, and she thought of her own child.
Back then, she had given birth to a little boy. If he was able to give birth to a baby boy, he would be about the same age.
Whitmore Eleanor squatted down, touched the little boy's face, and asked softly, "Baby, where is your daddy and mommy? Why are you here alone?"
"Mommy, I want Mommy to hug Annie." The little boy stamped his feet and pouted, looking unhappy.
"I'm not your mommy! But I can hug you." Whitmore Eleanor opened her arms and picked up the little boy.
The little boy grinned happily. "Mommy hugged me! Mommy hugged me!"
Looking at the happy boy, Whitmore Eleanor couldn't help laughing.
"Don't move! Put down the young master!" At this moment, a group of men in black surrounded her.
Whitmore Eleanor was a little confused. Before she could react, the little boy in her arms had been taken away.
"Who are you? What do you want to do to the young master?" The head bodyguard asked seriously.
"I... I'm just hugging him," Whitmore Eleanor explained, feeling a little baffled.
"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?" At this time, Whitmore Eleanor's agent, Caldwell Mason, came over in a pink casual suit, twisted his hips, and directly pushed the leader. He shouted sharply, "Is there any law in public?"
"Eleanor, do they want to kidnap you?" Caldwell Mason turned around, waved his orchid fingers, and asked Whitmore Eleanor.
Before Whitmore Eleanor could speak, a cold voice rang out. "What's going on?"
Several men in black bowed in the direction of the voice. The little boy shouted happily, "Daddy!"
Whitmore Eleanor looked at the man who was walking towards her. He was tall and straight, at least 1.8 meters tall. His figure was perfect, especially his face. Even top-notch male celebrities could not compare with him.
He was really a beautiful man!
However, his deep eyes made Whitmore Eleanor feel familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before.
"President Monroe!" The leading bodyguard rushed forward with the little boy in his arms and said, "The Young Master's disappearance has something to do with this woman."
Monroe Liam looked at Whitmore Eleanor. Her eyes and brows were very similar to that woman's, but they gave him an indescribable feeling.
"She's bad, strong, strong! She's mommy!" The baby pounded the bodyguard with his small hands and pointed at Whitmore Eleanor. "Mommy! Mommy! Liam wants mommy to hug him!"
"Eleanor, what's going on? Your son?" Caldwell An looked at the child, then looked at Whitmore Eleanor and asked in confusion.
Whitmore Eleanor quickly shook her head. The baby had called him "Daddy", so he should be the baby's father.
"Um... Mr. Monroe, I'm sorry. When I just left the airport lobby, the child suddenly said that he wanted me to hug him, so I hugged him. I didn't mean anything else." Whitmore Eleanor explained, and then said to the man next to her, "Brother You, let's go."
"Mommy..." Seeing that Whitmore Eleanor was about to leave, the baby burst into tears.
All of a sudden, Whitmore Eleanor felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if she was being pulled together. She turned around and found that the baby was crying so hard that he was out of breath.
Just as she was about to step forward to comfort him, the cold man spoke first. "I'm sorry, Miss. Because you look a little like the child's mother. He's still young, so he must have mistaken you for someone else."
"I see!" Whitmore Eleanor stopped in her tracks and stopped walking.
