Chapter 774: Chapter 472: I Am Not Your Breeding Tool
"Mom, I don’t think I’m wrong either.
When I opened my eyes and woke up, the person sitting by my bed, showing me care and concern, was my biological mother.
There wasn’t a single person from my in-laws, not even my husband, because he’s far away and couldn’t take care of me.
You came, but after you arrived, you didn’t even say a single word of concern, not even as a pretense.
Instead, you started questioning whether my mother and I were targeting you.
Do you think if your daughter was treated like this, you could remain calm?
Mom, I’m not saying you did anything wrong; you have your own personality, that’s fine.
However, I have only one request: if you don’t want to come and see me at times like this, please don’t come, okay?
I didn’t originally not want to have this child, but since you came, I don’t want to anymore."
"What are you saying? Are you threatening me?
Fine, don’t have the child, and divorce my son.
In the future, have children for whoever you like."
"Fine," Ivy nodded: "Then please call your son now and ask him to come back and file for divorce."
Upon hearing this, Damian’s mother gave a cold look: "Ivy, do you really want to rebel?"
"Mom, I just hope you can respect me as a person.
What my mom just said was wrong, I’m not a childbirth tool for your family.
I don’t expect you to treat your daughter-in-law as a daughter, but at least don’t treat me as an enemy.
As long as you give me the respect I deserve, I will be dutiful to you.
Caring has always been mutual, I hope you can understand."
Damian’s mother, angered by Ivy’s words, let out a cold snort and turned to leave.
Ivy pouted, she didn’t originally want to have a conflict with her mother-in-law.
But... it seems now that avoiding conflict is impossible, because her mother-in-law disrespects her too much, and she doesn’t like it.
Her mom returned with water and found Damian’s mother already gone. She asked, puzzled, "Where did she go?"
"Gone, she just came to show some concern for me and went back after seeing I’m okay."
"How is that concern? Honestly, sweetheart, I’m really regretting it now.
This family doesn’t treat you as anything important at all.
Especially your mother-in-law, she’s really unpleasant to look at."
Ivy slowly sat up: "Alright, mom, don’t say that, actually my mother-in-law is quite nice, you just don’t know her."
"At a time like this, you’re still speaking for others, I’m really too lazy to bother with you.
Hold on, I’ll get you a glass of water."
"Alrighty."
At noon, her mom went home to cook for her, leaving her alone in the hospital.
As she was about to finish eating, her father-in-law, Damian Sullivan, arrived.
Seeing her lying on the hospital bed browsing her phone, Damian said, "If you’re not feeling well, you should rest more, don’t look at your phone too much, it’ll tire your eyes."
"Dad? Why are you here too? My mom said you’re the one who brought me to the hospital today, I’m sorry for troubling you."
"No problem, it’s our family’s failure to take good care of you, letting you suffer grievances at the company."
"You’re not blaming me?"
"Blame you? For what?"
"I got into a fight at the company and just talked back to your wife. She must be really mad, right?"
Hearing this, Damian Sullivan chuckled a couple of times.
"Dad, why are you laughing? It’s making me nervous."
"Your mom, she’s really mad today, but she needs a strong daughter-in-law like you; those with weaker temperaments really couldn’t handle her."
Ivy stuck out her tongue, truly seeing him as a real father-in-law.
"Honestly, I didn’t mean to talk back to her.
It’s just that what she said was harsh, and I felt quite hurt hearing it."
"Your mom has been strong-willed all her life.
She was like this when she was in the army, and after switching to business, her temper hasn’t softened a bit.
I know you’re a good kid, and you’ve tolerated her temper, I don’t blame you.
As for the incident at the company, I’ve looked into it.
Well... you can’t say you’re completely not at fault.
But ultimately, the key wasn’t you; I will punish Team Leader Liu."
"Dad, I’m sorry, I just seem to be really bad at interacting with people.
That’s why I got into such trouble, I’ll be careful in the future."
Damian Sullivan nodded: "That’s how the workplace is, you can’t expect everything to be perfect.
Sometimes patience is essential, but it’s also okay to resist when you’re wronged for no reason.
The only thing I feel is that since you’re pregnant, you should be more careful.
It’s your own body; you’re the one who’ll suffer, no one else can take your place."
Ivy nodded: "I was really careless, I didn’t know I was pregnant."
Damian Sullivan smiled: "That’s understandable, you’re still young and haven’t experienced this before.
I believe if there’s a next time, you’ll handle it very well."
Ivy Miller pressed her lips into a reserved smile, the Sullivan family is truly extreme, with an overly kind father-in-law and an overly fierce mother-in-law.
She wonders if her mother-in-law would really talk about divorce in front of the uncle.
But even if her mother-in-law did mention it, it’s not a big deal. She knew the uncle wouldn’t agree.
Both lunch and dinner were cooked by her mom. She loves her mom’s cooking but she doesn’t want to go home.
In the evening, her father also came to visit her. Although he wore a stern face, she could sense the concern in his eyes.
Luckily, she’s her father’s biological daughter. If not, wouldn’t he be pulling a face long enough to reach the Pacific Ocean?
"Why do you always put on a stern face when visiting your child?"
At first, Ivy felt her eyesight had issues. Only when her mom said this did she realize her dad was actually pulling a face at her.
Dad had an unhappy expression: "Is it not okay for me to be sulking?"
"What do you have to sulk about? You ruined your daughter’s situation to such a state, shouldn’t you be delighted?
Before she got married, you found her displeasing every day. Now that she’s married and ended up like this, you should be overjoyed."
Ivy was speechless, here they were again arguing over her matter.
But mom’s words... does her current situation really seem so miserable?
"What nonsense are you spouting?
This is my own daughter. How can I not feel heartache for her?
What do you mean I ruined her to end up like this?
If she were more sensible and didn’t fight with people at the company, how would she have almost had a miscarriage?"
"Hey, Dad, that’s going a bit too far.
Where there is oppression, there is resistance."
"I heard it was you who accused the person of being a mistress, that’s why she hit you."
Ivy rolled her eyes helplessly: "Where did you hear that from? So what you’ve heard is all about my faults.
The team leader was doing something unethical, being a mistress for others, and it’s not me who started saying this, it’s been discussed within the company for a long time.
I saw her having meals with that man long ago, but I said nothing, alright?
Today, I was angered by that person, which is why I said it impulsively.
We’re all adults here, fighting is indeed wrong, but it takes two to tango.
Don’t just place all the blame on me alone."
Dad frowned: "Look at this girl’s sharp tongue, you’ve been stubborn since you were young, and you still haven’t changed this bad habit.
What does someone else’s moral conduct have to do with you? What right do you have to talk about them?"
"And what does my affair have to do with them? Why do they have the right to talk about me?"
Ivy shrugged: "Dad, we should at least be fair, right?
Yes, I’ve been argumentative since I was young, but I only argue when I have reason, isn’t that correct?
You can’t side with others just because I fought with them.
Is your daughter a war instigator?
Does she have no sense of right or wrong?
Dad, I really don’t want to argue, but... saying things like that really hurts me."
Mom pushed Dad: "Alright, alright, I think you shouldn’t come to see my daughter anymore, just go home.
Spend your days with your files and research your work, we don’t want to talk to someone like you."
"Look at you, whenever I say a word you have to scold me for half the day.
I’m just discussing already happened matters with my daughter.
If there’s a mistake, it should be corrected, if not, encouraged, why do you have to be so unhappy?"
"You’re not discussing, you’re provoking. What did the child do wrong for you to talk about her like that?
Do you know what she went through today? She almost went from being a future mother to a miserable person losing her child."
"Mom, mom," Ivy interrupted her mom: "It’s not that exaggerated, I’m still young and in good physical condition.
You shouldn’t argue with Dad anymore, I know you’re both thinking of me.
That’s enough said, Dad, I’m really fine here, why don’t you take Mom and go home."
"How can I leave, I can’t," Mom said with a displeased face.
"Mom, I’m really fine, you should return home with Dad, my father-in-law arranged for a special nurse.
You need to rest, go home and have a good sleep, come back tomorrow."
Hearing Ivy say this, Mom thought it made sense and finally could only nod.
"Alright then, I’ll head back, and I’ll bring you food early tomorrow.
If anything happens tonight, remember to call me, no matter how late."
"Okay, don’t worry, Mom."
With her reassurances, finally her parents left, Ivy felt much more at peace.
Why doesn’t she want to live at home? That’s why.
Mom and Dad’s daily conversations always turn into arguments.
Whenever Dad talks to her, it’s like he’s conducting a reprimanding session, she truly can’t stand it.
With Mom and Dad gone now, the special nurse stationed at the door, she could call whenever she needed, she had a full stomach, and could finally sleep soundly.
She slept deeply, but when she opened her eyes, it was already dark, and her hand was tightly held by a warm, large hand, a blurry figure sitting in front of her.
This figure seemed... "Uncle?"