Mr CEO and his pregnant wife

"Your mother's health is deteriorating. She has to undergo surgery tonight!

The procedure will cost three hundred thousand dollars. The fees must be paid before five o'clock. Otherwise, the patient wouldn't make it through tonight."

The doctor's remarks struck Farris Leopard like a bolt from the blue. His body trembled, and he almost fell to the floor.

He went back inside the ward with a heavy heart.

Looking at his foster mother lying on the hospital bed, Farris' eyes turned bloodshot. Her hair was grey and her face was wrinkled, showing her age. Color had faded from her face, and her breath had become labored. Seeing her calloused hands made Farris feel bad for allowing this to happen to her.

It was this woman who brought Farris up. She fed him, clothed him, and even paid for his college fees. He owed his life to his foster mother.

He straightened up the sloppy blanket for his foster mother and sat there for a long time before leaving the ward.

The moment he walked out of the ward, Farris took out his phone and called his mother-in-law, Charis Walker.

"Mom, my foster mother is in a critical condition. Can you lend me three hundred thousand dollars to..."

Before Farris could finish his words, Charis cut him off. "You're such a loser! Shouldn't you be the one giving me money since you are my son-in-law? I already ignored the fact that you've never brought home even a single penny, now this? You have the nerves to borrow money from me, huh? Well, I'm not as coldhearted as you think I am. I'll lend you the money you need if you agree to have a divorce with Sheila. Otherwise, there's no way I'm going to help you!"

"Mom, you know I can't divorce Sheila." Perhaps it was because of mixed emotions that Farris sounded as if he was on the verge of breaking down.

"Then just watch your foster mother die. Don't ask me for money again!"

After saying that, Charis ended the call. It didn't matter to her whether Farris' foster mother would die or not. All she wanted was for him to divorce Sheila.

Hopeless, Farris could only sigh. He and his wife, Sheila, were classmates in college. They had been together for four years until they decided to get married as soon as they graduated. That was how much they loved each other.

Marrying a woman from the Jackson Family, which held assets hundreds of millions of dollars and had several companies, was not easy for a man from a mediocre family like Farris.

Getting married to Sheila meant living with the Jackson Family. For years, he had been the object of scorn and ridicule from everyone around him. He was not allowed to get a job and was required to stay at home to do household chores. He even had to ask his mother-in-law for money if he needed to buy groceries.

But as long as Sheila was happy, Farris didn't care about what others thought of him. Money and power didn't matter to him at all.

All that mattered to Farris was that Sheila wouldn't leave him. No matter how useless he looked like in the eyes of the Jacksons, as long as he could do his duty as her husband, he wouldn't mind.

However, his foster mother's serious illness brought him back to reality.

Without money and power, there was nothing he could do to save the person he loved most.

In the middle of his self-loathing, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared at the door of the ward.

Out of breath, Sheila made her way to Farris, clutching a bag of money in one hand. She was still wearing her office attire, so he figured that she came here straight from the company.

"Honey, what are you doing here?" Looking at the money in the bag, Farris' brows furrowed in confusion.

"I've heard that your foster mother is in desperate need of medical care. I... I don't have much money. I only have fifty thousand dollars in my bank account. It's the money I've been saving up for myself over the last few years. You can use it for now."

"No, this is your personal savings. I can't!"

Farris shook his head in refusal. He knew how practical Sheila was all her life. She went out by the subway and avoided eating at expensive restaurants to save up.

Although technically speaking, Sheila came from a very wealthy family and didn't have to lead a remarkably frugal existence.

However, the Jackson Family was composed of many people. The current head of the family, Faustina Jackson, had three sons and each of them took charge of family subsidiaries.

Among them was her eldest son Quincy Jackson, who was Sheila's father and Farris' father-in-law.

They were in charge of Sheila Cosmetics, but it had the worst business among all the Jackson Family's subsidiaries. Therefore, Faustina wasn't fond of Quincy's family at all.

Having said that, Shiela didn't have the same privileges as the other members of her family. So Farris didn't have the heart to use her hard-earned money.

"Money can be earned again, but you can't bring the dead back to life. Take this money and ask the doctor to start the surgery. I'll find a way to raise the rest of the money for you and your foster mother."

Tossing the bag into Farris' arms, Sheila said, "Mom is asking me to return home. I have to go now. Go ahead and pay for the medical fees first."

Overcome with grief, Farris held the bag of money tighter and watched Sheila's figure disappear from his sight.

Since he married Sheila, he had never given his wife anything that could make her happy. Now he even had to spend the money she had been saving up for herself. Farris felt he was so useless, but he swore to himself that he would make it up to her in the future.

As he thought of this, he felt his cheeks getting wet. He didn't even notice that he was crying.

While he was immersed in his thoughts, the heartbeat monitor beside the patient's bed gave a rapid alarm. Several doctors and nurses rushed inside and wheeled the patient into the emergency room.

It all happened so suddenly. Farris was consumed by fear as if he was going to lose the most important person in his life. He hurriedly followed them but was stopped outside the emergency room.