Annabelle Winters!

Why is she shopping at a baby store alone?

So she really is pregnant!

The plot gods really go all out for the sake of the novel’s main story.

In the original, she made Annabelle Winters lose her baby, causing Grace Gordon to truly hate her, vowing to make the Young family go bankrupt and make her pay with blood.

Running into Annabelle Winters here was a bad omen.

A sudden chill swept down Olivia Young’s back. "Mom, let’s go."

"Tired? Let’s sit over there for a bit."

Olivia Young got dragged to the rest area. Nearby, baby bottles were on display.

Sophia Sinclair picked out a few bottles for her to choose from.

Olivia Young absentmindedly handled the bottles—they were all so cute.

But what matters for babies is health and cleanliness, not cuteness.

With her mother here, she probably wouldn’t get brainwashed by the Plot God and rush over to push Annabelle Winters or something, right?

"Sweetie, that girl over there looks familiar."

Sophia Sinclair suddenly realized—could that be the stand-in Grace Gordon kept at the company?

She seemed like a nice girl.

Why would she be in a place like this?

Annabelle Winters had noticed them too.

She stared intently at Olivia Young, hesitating, lips trembling, eyes suddenly reddening.

Ahhh!

Don’t come over!

Please, stay away!

I’m scared.

Olivia Young felt like she was going to break down.

Annabelle Winters had already stopped in front of her. "Miss Young, what a coincidence."

Figures the plot would bring them together.~

"Hi."

Olivia Young forced a smile, holding a baby bottle in each hand. Her brain stuttered—she stuck one out. "Want one?"

"I, I…" Annabelle Winters shook her head, then pleaded, "Miss Young, please help me…"

Huh?

Help? Me?

Isn’t it enough that I haven’t sabotaged you under plot control—I should be grateful I haven’t done anything. And now you want my help?

Protagonist, you’re asking the wrong person!

They moved from the baby store to a private dining room.

Sophia Sinclair wasn’t with them anymore.

Olivia Young didn’t feel safe at all.

She pinched herself to stay alert.

"I’m pregnant!"

Olivia Young opened her mouth, about to say congratulations, but it came out as, "It’s Grace Gordon’s, isn’t it? Are you here to show off? You’re carrying his child, and even though we grew up together, I’m not with him."

My mouth!

What kind of nonsense am I saying?

Tears welled in Annabelle Winters’s eyes. "Miss Young, that’s not what I meant. I don’t know what to do—I took the medicine, but I still got pregnant. I really don’t know if I should keep the baby."

"You shouldn’t keep it. The Gu family would never accept a daughter-in-law like you. High society isn’t as simple as you think—even if Grace Gordon is crazy about you, it doesn’t mean he’ll marry you. And does he actually love you? You’re just my stand-in. That’s the only reason you had his child. Annabelle Winters, why can’t you see that?"

Sharp tongue!

Olivia Young wanted to slap herself.

She pinched her thigh hard. "No, let me explain—I support you two being together, I…"

Argh!

Why can’t I control my own body?

Annabelle Winters hung her head, sobbing as tears fell in large drops.

"Why did things turn out like this? I just wanted to do my job—I never wanted to be a stand-in, and I don’t want to marry into a rich family…"

"Wuwu…"

"What should I do…"

"Should I keep this baby? If Grace Gordon won’t acknowledge it, I can’t afford to raise a child—it’s just too expensive…"

Annabelle Winters’s salary as Grace Gordon’s assistant was good.

But her paycheck was split into several pieces.

There was barely anything left for herself, and there definitely wouldn’t be enough for a child.

Olivia Young desperately wanted to reclaim control of her body, her head throbbing.

Following the original story, their first baby was lost because of Olivia Young.

The second one was born safe and sound—a son.

Only then did Grace Gordon’s parents finally accept Annabelle Winters into the family.

But now she didn’t want to follow the original plot.

What’s the point of coming to me?

Shouldn’t you be looking for Grace Gordon?!

I’m not the one who got you pregnant, and neither did Frederick Fairfax!

Why does the scumbag get to disappear from all responsibility?

"Maybe you should go find Grace Gordon!"

Olivia Young felt as if it took all her strength to say those words.

Sweat was pouring down her back.

Plot God, I’m fighting you all the way! No compromises!

Annabelle Winters wiped her tears, still crying. "I’m too scared…"

Oh, so you’re just picking the easy target, huh?

"Alright, then I’ll help you—go meet his parents! You’re carrying a Gu family child, let’s see how they…"

But before Olivia Young could finish, she collapsed onto the table, unconscious.

"Miss Young, what’s wrong?

Don’t scare me!"

Panicking, Annabelle Winters dialed 120 (emergency services), and before long, Olivia Young was in the hospital.

Who knows how much time passed before she slowly woke up.

The first thing she saw was a sea of white, and the air reeked of disinfectant.

"Water…"

A glass appeared before her, with a glass straw sticking out.

She sipped, her dazed eyes trailing up the clear-cut fingers holding the cup, following the arm upwards to a strikingly handsome face framed in silver hair.

"Frederick Fairfax!"

"Cough, cough!"

Frederick Fairfax helped her sit up. "The doctor said nothing’s wrong. No clue why you fainted. Lily, did something happen in the private suite?"

"Nothing…"

Just wrestling with the plot god, struggling so hard to control my body I passed out.

"My mother-in-law said you were with Annabelle Winters in the room. Did she say anything to upset you?"

Frederick Fairfax held her hand, his warm fingers trailing lightly along the back of hers. "Is it about Grace Gordon? Don’t tell me you’re still hung up on him?"

"It’s about Grace Gordon, but it’s not that I’m not over him." Olivia Young narrowed her eyes. "Annabelle Winters’s pregnant—Grace Gordon’s child."

Frederick Fairfax’s lips couldn’t help tugging upwards.

So that’s how it is.

The stand-in got pregnant. Grace Gordon really did a number this time.

He’s out of the running for good.

"She’s carrying his child, so why come to you?"

Frederick Fairfax was baffled.

Shouldn’t Grace Gordon be the one to take responsibility?

"Grace Gordon won’t step up? What a jerk—scumbag! Pfft, what trash!"

Frederick Fairfax’s grumbling was actually kind of adorable.

Olivia Young reached up to ruffle his silver hair. "Silver-haired Che Che, so handsome! Let me give you a good rub!"

Frederick Fairfax gave her a helpless look, leaning his head in closer.

This woman, just last night she was avoiding him.

Now that she woke up, all she wants to do is tease him. Doesn’t even care about serious business anymore.

Olivia Young’s hand was so gentle—warm and soft.

Frederick Fairfax closed his eyes, utterly relaxed under her touch, his expression growing dreamy, almost as if he wanted to bury his face in her arms.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, Olivia Young unceremoniously pushed him away.

The dreamy haze in his eyes faded. "Wife…"

"I’m getting hungry."

"Everything’s ready."

The food in the thermal box was still steaming.

He pulled over a little table so they could eat together in bed.

Olivia Young took small bites, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts.

She couldn’t keep being so reckless anymore.

She was pregnant now—what if she accidentally hurt her own child?

"What about Annabelle Winters?"

"She hasn’t come to the hospital."

Frederick Fairfax patiently picked out fish bones for her. "Why do you care about her? She should get Grace Gordon to step up! Even if he won’t, that still doesn’t make it your job."

"She’s my stand-in."

"I don’t think you two look alike at all," Frederick Fairfax said as he placed a piece of tender fish in her bowl. "You’re a hundred times more beautiful than she is!"

Olivia Young ate the fish with a grin. "Mm, saying such sweet things—love really is blind, huh? Frederick Fairfax, have you fallen for me or what?"