"From now on, you have nothing to do with the Jacob family."

As soon as Mary gave birth to a baby, a group of men in black rushed in. Her face was pale, and she was weak. Cold sweat broke out all over her body, and her wet hair stuck to her face. However, she still held her belly and struggled to sit up.

"Did... did Ford send you here?"

"That's right," Maverick, Maverick in black, replied, his face as cold as frost, showing no emotion in his eyes.

"No... I don't believe it. Ask him to come and see me!" Mary pleaded.

"Miss Mary, you should be more sensible. Mr. Ford has no feelings for you." Maverick held the baby and left the delivery room without looking back.

"No... don't take my child away! I can divorce him; I can agree to all your requests. I... I only want my child..." Mary rolled off the delivery bed, tears streaming down her face. Her heartbreaking cry was like an injured wolf howling in the wilderness in the middle of the night, filled with anger and sadness, echoing in the delivery room.

She trembled and crawled a few steps on the floor, but the sharp pain in her stomach almost made her faint.

"Ah... my stomach..."

"Miss Mary, please lie down. I see the baby's head!" Several nurses screamed and lifted her up, continuing to deliver her baby.

The pain of childbirth returned with full force, and after what felt like a century, the baby's cries sounded again in the delivery room. But the pain in her stomach persisted.

Just as she was about to lose consciousness from the pain, the nurse patted her face happily and said, "Congratulations, Miss Mary! You have Triplets!"

Outside the delivery room, Maverick respectfully approached an elderly man with gray hair and a beard, holding the baby. "Henry Ford, Mrs Mary has given birth to another Ford."

"Well, do you know how to explain this to your Ford next?" Henry replied.

Five years later...

In the Carol family's area, Sharon walked through the crowd in a red leather coat, green printed trousers, and a dark cap, with a big explosion of curls and black-framed glasses. She carried a hemp bag on her back, and her flashy makeup attracted everyone's attention.

Behind her were two delicate little treasures. The boy wore a black punk jacket and long pants. He held a leisurely ball in his hand, effortlessly playing tricks with it, his movements so skilled and captivating that people couldn’t take their eyes off him. The girl had long, shiny black hair that fell to her shoulders. Her skin was fair and clean, with flushed cheeks, and her intelligent eyes sparkled with wisdom. Her eyebrows were perfectly arched, like a pair of beautiful bows.

"Wow... What beautiful kids! Are they twins?"

"Hey kids...."

Both children maintained grim expressions. Faced with the onlookers, they looked disdainful.

"Flower addicts," they muttered simultaneously, rolling their eyes.

Gabriel had been searching for a long time but hadn’t found his boss. Fortunately, his sharp eyes spotted the two children. He rushed over and asked, "Wyatt and Charles, where is your mommy?"

The little boy and girl glanced at the strangely dressed woman and silently stepped aside.

Gabriel followed their gaze, and his eyelids twitched. "You... you are the boss?"

Mary slapped him. "Are you blind?"

"No, Boss, how did you end up like this?" Gabriel asked, looking her up and down. He couldn’t reconcile this image with the boss he had in his mind.