Chapter 5

He loudly mentioned my name and I immediately turned to him.

"Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to prepare my suitcase?!" he said to me with a frown.

Lydia and I looked at each other. I could see the nervousness on her face. But I was surprised when she approached Ransom to apologize.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I'll be the one to fix your things." he volunteered.

My eyes widened when I heard what he said. I refused because I knew Ransom would be angry.

"Not anymore, Lydia. It's me!" I insisted.

"What are you waiting for?!" he said arrogantly.

I quickly walked up the stairs to our room. I took a deep breath because I was panting.

When I entered the room, I opened his suitcase on top of the bed. I took some clothes and folded them before putting them inside his briefcase.

A few moments later, he entered our room. He frowned and looked at me while smiling.

"That's why you can't do any work here because you prioritized gossiping with Lydia," he preached.

"I just want to help cook," I explained.

"You chose to help other people's work rather than do what I ordered you to do? Where is your brain, girl?!" he said angrily to me.

"You're sick of talking, Ransom!" I replied firmly,

"You chose this so be patient!" he said arrogantly.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door of our room. He immediately came to the door to open it. Lydia appeared to invite us to dinner.

"Sir, let's eat," Lydia said softly.

"Did they come dad?" he asked.

"Yes, they are waiting downstairs," answered Lydia.

He nodded and invited me to come down. I didn't want to go with him but I also didn't want his parents to notice that their son and I were fighting. I fixed myself before leaving the room.

He went out first and I quickly followed him.

My foot was heavy while walking down the stairs. I didn't know how long we will pretend to be okay in front of his parents.

"Good Evening, Mom, and Dad," I greeted them.

Ransom helped me to sit on the chair. Sometimes I thought that I wish his parents would always be here so that he would always be like this.

"Your stomach is getting bigger, Mila. I have a hunch that my grandchild will be a girl," her mother said with a smile.

"That's not a girl. I feel like that's a boy, sweetheart," his father said with a smile.

"I want a girl, Sweetheart," his mother countered.

"Mom, no matter what gender the baby is, he is still my child," Ransom said seriously.

I couldn't help but feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I couldn't deny that I was happy to hear that from him.

"You're right, son. No matter what gender the baby is, he's still our grandchild, so we'll love her or him as much as we love you," his mother said with a smile.

I saw that Ransom smiled sparingly at what his mother said. It was obvious that what he said was against his will. But even so, I was happy even though I knew it was just pretending.

"Just be careful with your pregnancy, Camilla. Buy everything you want to eat because that's what our grandchild wants," his father said gently.

"Thank you, Dad" I smiled thanks.

"You shouldn't get tired, let the maids do the work here in the mansion. All you should do is rest," his mother added.

"Yes, mom. Don't worry," I replied with a smile.

They smiled at what I said. I can say that I am very lucky with my parents-in-law. Apart from accepting me as their daughter-in-law, I can also feel their love for me. I can't ask for anything more than Ransom's heart softening for me. I will do everything to make that happen for the sake of our baby.

"Mila, you have dirt on your face," his mother said.

"Ah," I smiled while wiping the side of my lips.

"Let me do it," Ransom said seriously while wiping my face with a tissue.

"Get ready fucking idiot!" he said firmly and in a whisper.

I tried to smile so they wouldn't notice. If only they knew how their son would deal with me.

After we ate, I helped Lydia get dressed. But her parents saw me.

"Camilla, let Lydia take care of that," his mother said.

"Ahem, it's easy, Mom," I said gently.

"Even! Don't be stubborn. Go to your room and take a rest,” his mother replied firmly.

I looked at Ransom to see his reaction. He looked at me seriously and spoke. I was surprised by what he said to his mother. But should I be surprised?

"Camilla is stubborn, mom. I told her to take care of our baby," he lied.

"You know we accept you in our family, Camilla. But if something bad happens to my grandchild, I don't know what I can do," his mother said, seriously.

I was nervous about what his mother said. I was disgusted to think about the insults he said to me. Everything he said was untrue. I want to defend myself, but I also don't want to lose my child's father. It might just get more complicated all.

"Anyway, we're going to rest, mom" he smiled goodbye to his mother.

"Alright, son. Goodnight," his mother replied with a smile while kissing his cheek.

"Goodnight, Camilla," she said to me with a smile.

"Goodnight too, Mom" I replied.

I hesitated to go with Ransom. I knew he would be angry with me again, but I had no choice.

When we entered the room, he came to the bed and took out all the clothes from the suitcase. He then threw them on the bed.

"What is this!" he retorted while throwing away the clothes.

"Just a simple command you can't do! damn it!" he cursed at me.

"Calm down, Ransom. I just don't know what clothes you'll bring to Hongkong," I explained.

"It's because you're poor. You don't know the word fashion! Did you put it in the suitcase for household purposes? What am I going to do with it?! Are you going to embarrass me?!" he yelled.

"I didn't mean it, Ransom. I'm sorry," I apologized.

"Do you think sorry can change your stupidity?!" he asked firmly.

I was very hurt by what he said to me. I can't fully imagine that he is such a cruel and arrogant husband. I feel that my life has become miserable under his power.

I'm having a hard time understanding him and I just want to go home first. But I know it's not possible because Mother will be surprised.

I just sighed and immediately came up to him to help him fix his clothes. I wanted to make up for the mistakes I had made. But I was very hurt by what he said to me next.