It was her mom calling.

Grace Gordon's entire family was there.

They wanted her to come home right away.

'Oh, heavens!'

Plot gods, are you for real?

'I'm begging you, please!'

Does this villainess role really have to fall on her? Can't you pick someone else?

Emmm... Even Olivia Young herself wouldn't agree to let some other beauty get dragged into this mess.

Can't Grace Gordon and Olivia Young just go their separate ways in peace?

Maybe it's because at this point in the story, Grace Gordon still has some lingering feelings for her.

In the main hall of the Yu house, Grace Gordon's parents sat with stony faces, their disapproval written all over them.

As soon as Grace Gordon saw Olivia Young, he jumped up. "Lily~"

What's with that smile? Your 'wife' isn't me! Don't try to cozy up.

"Mom, Dad~"

Olivia Young wore a sweet smile as she sat next to Sophia Sinclair. "Mom, I had my prenatal checkup today. The doctor says the baby is healthy and growing well, look at this."

At her glance, Quentin Young handed a small booklet to Sophia Sinclair.

"Grace Gordon, did you see that? She's not even looking at you. When are you going to wake up?" Mrs. Gu, sparkling with jewelry, was thoroughly exasperated. "I never objected to you two dating before, but you can't ruin someone else's family! Lily's already married. Everything you've told me was just drunken fantasy—Lily would never say something like that."

Olivia Young thought her uncle and aunt were mad at her.

Turns out they were angry at Grace Gordon.

Right, right. If you think about it, what Grace Gordon remembered really was just his own delusion.

If it weren't for the meddling of the plot gods, she wouldn't have blurted anything out. She'd rather die than say something so outrageous.

She'd love nothing more than to keep away from Grace Gordon—why on earth would she divorce and marry him? Pure fantasy.

"Lily, they won't believe me. Tell them," Grace Gordon pleaded, eyes full of hope.

Olivia Young looked back at his desperate face. "My husband and I are doing quite well. I have no intention of divorcing him. Sure, it's a pity childhood sweethearts don't always end up together, but that's just life. I'm happy now, and I hope you can be happy too."

Preferably far, far away from each other.

Grace Gordon trembled with frustration. "Olivia Young, are you playing me?"

So what if I am? In the original story you ruined my whole family.

If this weren’t a law-abiding society, Olivia Young genuinely would consider hiring someone to get rid of Grace Gordon.

If the male lead disappears, would the whole world fall apart? Probably not. This is a woman's story, after all—whoever the main girl likes becomes the hero.

Even without Grace Gordon, Annabelle Winters could easily pick another guy to be her leading man.

"I'm not playing you. I'm helping you see things clearly. We haven't seen each other for five years, and barely kept in touch. You think you like me just because we grew up together, but it's all in your head. The truth is, you don't really love me—it just stings your pride that I married someone else. You don't want to grow old with me; you just can't stand losing," Olivia Young ruthlessly laid his heart bare.

"No, I like you!"

Grace Gordon got worked up. "Lily, you don't believe me because of Annabelle Winters. I've already fired her!"

Really fired her? Well played.

That was in the original plot too—though it doesn't change much since the heroine always 'returns to the palace' in the end.

"No, it's because of my husband. I'm married! Get it through your head." Olivia Young tilted her head. "Auntie, honestly, I think there's something off with his mental state. Maybe he needs to see a doctor?"

Quentin Young discreetly gave her a thumbs up. Sis, that's just like you.

"I'm not crazy!"

But no matter how much Grace Gordon protested, Mr. Gu dragged him out, chiding all the way. "Enough already. Lily's not getting divorced or living with you. If you keep this up, I’ll really take you to the psychiatric hospital!"

Lucas Young saw the three members of the Gu family out.

Back in the hall, Sophia Sinclair stared at the ultrasound—she could hardly believe it. Her precious daughter really was pregnant. And married.

Sophia Sinclair asked, "So, what's Frederick Fairfax like to you?"

"He’s fine."

"Not fine!" The siblings answered in unison.

"We're not really in love. The fact that he doesn't get mad at me is already a blessing," Olivia Young admitted openly.

Thanks to the plot gods' interference, many things from the original story had taken on a whole new shape. But right now, the company's future and their safety were top priorities.

"Mom, Dad, Grace Gordon seriously isn't right in the head. I won't have any more contact with him, and our two families should do less business together. Actually, best if we don’t work together at all anymore!" Olivia Young leaned against her mom. "Dad, please trust me on this!"

"Of course I trust you!"

Lucas Young looked at his utterly useless son. "If your sister told you to eat dirt, you'd do it—which means you have no opinions of your own. If I'd known you'd turn out like this, maybe I shouldn't have had you at all."

Quentin Young, with all the pride of a pampered puppy, rolled his eyes. "No way. If you hadn't had me, who would be your daughter's loyal servant? I'm a homegrown product—reliable! And someday, I’ll help Sister take care of ten kids!"

"Please, don't," Olivia Young refused him in a flash. "You focus on making money. When it's time for ten kids, I'll have other plans."

"Who else? Frederick Fairfax’s not going to give you ten kids! You might as well count on me instead," Quentin Young grumbled.

"The nanny."

Quentin Young: "..." Well, can't argue with a professional.

"Isn't Frederick Fairfax coming home?" Lucas Young grew anxious. "He doesn’t seem all that reliable!"

Right now, shouldn't the business with the Gu family be what matters?

Olivia Young was exhausted just thinking about it.

After a lot of negotiation, father and son finally shifted the topic from Frederick Fairfax to their company.

Chatting away, Quentin Young suddenly mentioned that Frederick Fairfax had dyed his hair pink.

The other three immediately started passing around his phone, giggling at the photos.

Olivia Young gently rubbed her belly. "Baby, none of them are cut out for business. Maybe you should be born quickly and start training to be our family CEO."

Ever since Frederick Fairfax disappeared at the hospital, Olivia Young hadn’t planned to go home that night.

In the evening, she received a message from Frederick Fairfax.

[Frederick Fairfax: Where are you? Aren’t you coming home?]

[Olivia Young: I’m home—in bed, actually.]

A minute later, a video call came in from Frederick Fairfax.

He stood in the master bedroom, his pink hair still eye-catching. “So, you’re home, are you!”

"Is that not allowed? Your family’s not so traditional that the new bride isn't allowed to visit her own parents, are they?" Olivia Young retorted. "So, President Feng, what's up?"

"Grandfather wants to see you!"

"Right now?"

"Well, it was supposed to be, but since you… Never mind. Tomorrow, then," Frederick Fairfax said from the foot of the bed. "You’re pregnant—you shouldn’t be running around. Nothing urgent anyway."

"Is this because you bullied me, and Grandfather wants to stand up for me?"

"Ha! Olivia Young, you’ve got some nerve. This time, it’s definitely not my fault—it’s yours. You’re doomed!" Frederick Fairfax flopped onto the bed. "You're not coming home, so now this bed is mine..."

Ah, nothing beats his own bed!

So soft. And there’s a faint scent left behind…

Olivia Young’s scent.

Frederick Fairfax buried his face in the covers, inhaling deeply—completely forgetting he was still on a video call with Olivia Young.