CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

"Alright then, I'll go bake you a simple cake now. We'll save the more complicated recipe for tomorrow morning," Mrs. Watson finally relented. Hope nodded enthusiastically.

It wouldn't take long to give Gemma the medicine, just a minute or two, which was plenty of time.

As soon as Mrs. Watson left, Hope went back to Orion. "Hey, do you remember Gemma's little plush? The one that looks like a kitten? She used to love it."

"I remember," Orion replied, recalling the toy.

He had picked it out himself on a family outing to the toy store. He had known right away that Gemma would love it, and he was right. She couldn't part with it after they brought it home.

"The plush is hanging on the upstairs balcony. Why don't you bring it down? It might help her sleep more peacefully," Hope suggested, her tone full of concern for Gemma.

have guessed that behind such an innocent demeanor was a malicious

had no idea that leaving Gemma alone would put her in danger. Trusting Hope's suggestion, he said, "Alright, I'll go

and found the small bottle of medicine. She pulled out the cork and took slow, deliberate steps toward Gemma. Gemma had been sleeping but awoke with a start at the sound.

everyone running whenever you cry," Hope muttered, her dislike for Gemma

bottle, prepared to pour the liquid into Gemma's mouth as quickly as

even quicker. She grabbed Hope's arm, her voice cold and firm. "What do you think you're

tightened. With Gemma's mouth uncovered, she took in a

to comfort her daughter She wrestled the bottle from Hope's hand, demanding, "What is this? If I hadn't come in, were you planning to pour this into my

to snatch the bottle back, but as a child, she was no match

was caught, Hope began to cry, hoping

the stove, and without even taking off his apron, rushed out to see what was going