Her Three Babies' Single Daddy

Painful!

The pain awakened Jennifer Sibbett.

She woke up from a coma, feeling intense pain coming from her swollen belly.

Jennifer looked up and almost fainted again at the horrifying scene before her.

A man was holding a surgical knife, about to cut her belly again.

The knife he held was shiny, his expression grim.

Jennifer panicked, immediately placing her hands on her belly, and shrank back in extreme fear.

Wanting to escape, but there was no way out.

"What are you going to do?"

Just as she finished, the ward door creaked open, and a gorgeously dressed woman entered, carrying a cold breeze along with her.

…

She had triangular eyes, her lips were brightly red, and a cruel smirk that didn't match her age.

The newcomer was Jennifer's adopted sister, Jessica Sibbett.

Her voice, at that moment, was colder than the cold wind, "I'm going to take away your child."

Jessica, in clacking high heels, approached Jennifer, a cruel smile playing on her lips, "It's been seven months already, and it's no big deal to cut the baby out."

Cut out?

How could she even think of such a thing?

Jennifer's face turned pale with fear, as she tightly clasped her hands around her belly, "This is my child. You are not allowed to touch him."

Her protective instincts drove her to struggle forcefully, wanting to break free from this demon's grasp.

But...

The iron chain bound her to the sickbed, only to be pulled back to the original position with a slight movement, her already ulcerated limbs aching to the bone.

Seven months ago, she was framed by Jessica, lost her virginity to a stranger man, and was driven out of the house.

Four months ago, on the day she was diagnosed with pregnancy, Jessica imprisoned her in the hospital, verbally abused, beat, and tortured her...

Now, she lost her beauty and was mentally confused.

Watching Jennifer, who was bullied and humiliated, Jessica laughed, her delicate makeup terrifying.

However, thinking of the child in her belly, her expression suddenly turned from disgust to jealousy, "I didn't expect you, this slut, to be so lucky to conceive Mr. Whitfield's child in one go."

Her voice sounded as if she was about to bite her to pieces, showing how much hatred she had.

Mr. Whitfield?

Before Jennifer could think further, Jessica shamelessly and arrogantly interrupted, "Today, the child is mine."

"No."

Jennifer's anger at her heart could no longer be contained, and she questioned loudly, "Jessica, I've always treated you like my sister, and why are you treating me like this?"

"Because you take what's mine and have to pay the price."

Jessica's face twisted, her voice demonic in the empty ward, "I am the eldest daughter of the Sibbett family, but you, a lowly vagrant, have taken it away from me. How can I not hate you?”

“Luckily, in the eyes of our parents, you will always be the embarrassing village girl. They will always believe in me. Now, all of this is mine alone."

With those words, her arrogant laughter was like a sharp knife, piercing deep into Jennifer's bones, causing her to tremble.

She was a vagrant in the village since she could remember, only to be found by the Sibbett family by chance.

The Sibbett family had some reputation in the imperial capital, so how could a child who grew up in a village know how to socialize with socialites? She tried to please and study hard, but all she got in return was ridicule, scorn, and criticism.

She thought that sincerity would eventually touch them.

She was wrong.

Jennifer's heart had long been ice-cold, but she still trembled, forcing a bitter smile, "The hospital mistakenly switched babies back then, and why do you blame me for it?"

Jessica showed her ten fingers, the red nails filled with resentment, "I don't like anyone sharing what should only belong to me.”

“Moreover, your child is the leverage for me to reach the peak, so you have to die."

Die?

No, she couldn't die, nor could she lose her child.

In silent sorrow, Jennifer bit her lip hard to suppress the trembling of her body, pleading with her eyes, "I beg you to spare me and my child, and I will disappear forever from now on. Is that okay?"

Jessica stood up straight, her manic tone returning to arrogance, "You being alive will always be a threat to me, only the dead can keep a secret forever."

Without waiting any longer, she snatched the surgical knife from the man's hand and stabbed it into Jennifer's abdomen, "This child, is mine."

"Ah!"

The intense pain surged through her body as if all her veins were severed.

Jennifer's grievance surged, "Jessica, you will face retribution."

But Jessica had already gone mad, excitedly increasing the force in her hands, "Only by staying alive can one reign supreme."

Soon, the sickroom was filled with blood.

Jennifer's breath was being drawn out little by little, a sudden cold invaded her body, and the bloodless hand hung down in despair, no longer able to protect her child.

All the children were dug out.

"You, such a wretched woman, actually had three children."

Jessica's crimson nails cut across the baby's face with jealousy and resentment, "Keep one, and throw away the rest."

Five Years Later.

Screech!

"Be careful!"

A sudden brake sound tore through the long street, causing passersby to turn their heads.

A beautiful woman was seen being knocked down in the middle of the road to save a young boy.

"Honey, are you hurt?"

Jennifer, disregarding her pain, lowered her head to look at the boy in her arms with worry.

She was Jennifer who was rescued five years ago after being thrown into the mountains by Jessica.

Today, she just returned to the country to find the children abandoned by Jessica and retrieve everything that belonged to her.

Just happened to encounter this little boy who almost had a car accident.

Perhaps because she had been pregnant before, she instinctively rushed over, not wanting the child to get hurt.

At this moment, the boy was looking at Jennifer, his eyes blinking seriously.

After a while, he shook his head and said, "No."

Hearing his sweet voice, Jennifer relaxed and said, "That's good."

However, her eyes remained on the boy.

The boy in front of her was handsome, like a little angel being by the side of God, just thinner than children of the same age.

Jennifer felt heartache and care, speaking out, "You are too thin, and you should eat more, okay?"

As she spoke, she couldn't help but rub the little guy's face.

So adorable.

Feeling her movements, the little guy trembled, and his eyes instantly widened.

Just now, his body seemed to have been touched by an electric shock, feeling tingling all over, a sensation he had never felt before, and it was so magical.

After calming down for a while, the boy blinked his eyes, indicating that he understood.

"So cute."

Jennifer smiled even more gently, feeling her heart about to be filled, she picked up the little boy and asked, "Do you know where your family is? I'll take you to find them."

Not being able to see the child, the family must be so worried.

But as soon as the boy heard Jennifer say she would take him to find his family, he immediately hugged her neck tightly with both hands, pressing his entire body closer to her.

Jennifer thought he was just scared a moment ago and didn't think too much, gently patting the boy to comfort him.

Just as she turned around, she caught a glimpse of a figure approaching with an oppressive aura.

Without hesitation, Jennifer subtly shielded the child with her body.

She saw a man who looked like a celestial being and had the demeanor of a king walking towards her.

The man exuded a natural aura of oppression, making people look up to him.

However, his appearance was strikingly similar to the little boy in her arms.

He was stunning and awe-inspiring.

Jennifer tried to maintain a steady tone, "Are you the child's father?"

The man's voice was low and expressionless, as he simply said these words, "I’m Michael Whitfield."

Michael? Jennifer instinctively took a step back in panic.

Michael was the top CEO of Fobton, with extraordinary abilities. He was a man of unparalleled talents and could only be admired from afar.

Rumor had it that he refrained from worldly pleasures and women, but strangely, he had a child whose mother was unknown.

So, she had saved Michael's child?

"Did you hit him?"

Jennifer was shocked in her heart, and then she heard Michael's cold voice.

At this moment, Michael stood indifferently in front of her, his gaze carrying a cold that seemed to pierce through her heart, and his strong aura made the surrounding temperature drop slightly.

Jennifer was nervous, quickly gesturing to explain, "Just now, the boy was almost hit by a car, and I happened to pass by and save him. Please take him for a thorough check to ensure everything is fine."

Finally, she tried to ease the atmosphere with an awkward smile, but she still held the little boy tightly in her hands.

She was reluctant to let go, even though the man in front of her was the child's biological father.

"You're overthinking."

Michael still remained cold and expressionless like an ice sculpture. His gaze finally fell on the little child, his brows furrowing, "Are you getting bolder? Go back!"

The little boy trembled under his harsh tone and hurriedly clung to Jennifer's neck again.

Jennifer felt a twinge in her heart, and with courage, she met Michael's gaze and said, "Mr. Whitfield, he was just scared, and you didn't comfort him. How can you scold him?"

She knew she had no right to accuse Michael, but she couldn't stand to see the boy being wronged.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Michael was angry, finally taking a serious look at Jennifer.

Her features were lively and ethereal, with a mix of purity and allure. Having seen countless beauties, this woman before him was truly different.

However, trying to catch his attention in this way seemed rather ignorant.

Michael sarcastically remarked, "This car accident should indeed be investigated, or else some people may take advantage of it."

"Do you suspect that I did it on purpose?"

Jennifer was surprised that the highly renowned CEO Michael could misunderstand her like this, her tone slightly unfriendly, "I kindly saved your child, and how can you think so poorly of me?"

Despite Jennifer's anger, there was no change in Michael's expression. He simply added a warning in his voice, "Put away thoughts you shouldn't have, understand?"

"It's truly unreasonable." Jennifer was infuriated by his rudeness.

Did he always think this way about other people?

Did he have paranoid delusions?

"You're holding onto my child without letting go, and is it not for another purpose?" Michael's voice was extremely calm, yet it carried a chilling danger.