Hannah felt a wave of embarrassment and anger wash over her after Christopher insulted her, yet she found herself unable to retaliate.


    Longing for a happy and harmonious family life, she chose to swallow her pride and silently prayed that Christopher woulde to ept her. However, in that moment, it was clear that he harbored deep resentment towards her.


    Although Christopher was filled with hatred for Hannah, his disdain did not extend to his favorite dish, abalone. As he coldly chided her while devouring the delicacy, he sneered, “You should be grateful we still allow a disobedient and unfaithful woman like you to stay in this house! From now on, remember to act like a good servant!”


    With a heavy heart, Hannah let out a sigh and continued to eat her noodles in silence.


    What Hannah didn’t realize was that her husband had contracted STDs from her, and if she had known, she would never have prepared an extravagant abalone feast in his honor.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    She had gone to great lengths to create an abalone banquet, hoping to please Christopher, but instead, she was met with harsh words and insults.


    Meanwhile, Christopher diverted his grief into the feast before him, consuming a dozenrge abalones all by himself.


    In his upset state, he even opened a bottle of wine to drown his sorrows.


    The previous homeowner had left behind a fine collection of wines in the basement, including red and white wines as well as champagne.


    The Webb family had purchased the house as aplete package, which is how they came to inherit these wines.


    Christopher selected a bottle of white wine that had been aging for a decade and shared it with Harold.


    After indulging in food and drink, Christopher felt ready to return to his room for a nap.


    However, as hey down, an unsettling sensation began to nag at him.


    What was wrong?


    He felt an intense itch in his private area.


    Seafood and alcohol can be quite stimting whenbined, and Christopher soon found himself unable to resist the relentless itch.


    He scratched furiously, even to the point of drawing blood, but the difort only worsened.


    Overwhelmed by the itching, he bolted upright from his bed and hurried to find Lady Wilson.


    Upon reaching her, he eximed in a panic, “Mother, I need some money! I must go to the hospital now.”


    Lady Wilson raised an eyebrow and questioned, “What’s wrong? Why do you need to go to the hospital? Surely you know it’s not cheap.”


    Having lived through numerous hardships, Lady Wilson prioritized money above all else.


    Christopher grimaced in pain, “I…I feel really ufortable, and I need to see a doctor.”


    Lady Wilson pressed, “What’s the issue? Tell me.”


    Christopher hesitated, clearly embarrassed. “I… I can’t bring myself to say it. Just give me the money so I can go!”


    Lady Wilson suddenly eximed, “Is it… about your private area?”


    Christopher’s eyes widened in shock; she had guessed correctly on the first try. Blushing, he replied, “I’m not sure, but I need to see a doctor to find out.”<fn1a8a> Fresh chapters posted on find?novel</fn1a8a>


    With a serious expression, Lady Wilson inquired, “Did you and that woman sleep together recently?”


    Christopher paused for a moment before nodding slightly. “Yes, we did while we were at the Webb family’s house…”<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>