The afternoon atmosphere at the Lancaster residence felt calm. Tamara was sitting leisurely in the living room, flipping through a pregnancy magazine. From time to time, her hand gently caressed her stomach.

Suddenly, the sound of the doorbell rang sharply. One of the servants immediately went to open the door.

There appeared Isabella, Damian’s second ex-wife. She wore a luxurious red dress, her face overly made up, and her hands full of shopping bags filled with gifts. A forced sweet smile was plastered on her lips.

“Good afternoon,” Isabella greeted in an overly friendly tone. “I came to bring presents for the children.”

Tamara slowly closed her magazine and straightened...