I was bleeding through my pad, rocking my tiny baby in a no-cost shelter room

Helen showed up in the door frame. “You constantly beg for cash. It is so greedy.”

A piece of my spirit finally cracked.

“I am requesting food for your own kid,” I replied. “And I also require a few dollars for my own supplies since my body is still recovering.”

Ethan’s expression turned stone cold.

“We hoped for a male heir,” he barked. “Not just another bill to pay.”