Evander Lancaster finished a cigarette, and the test results were about to come out. With both hands in the pockets of his white coat, he stood anxiously beside the doctor and asked, "How is it? Is she pregnant?"
The doctor glared at him, displeased, "What’s the rush!" Scolding him, she turned back to look at the test strip, "Yes."
Evander...
The doctor let out a light sneer from her breath; Uncle Oliver truly is still vigorous at his age, getting a second child at over fifty, no, a third child. I wonder what Felix and his mother will think when they find out.
He took out his phone, intending to call Felix Shaw, but reconsidered and put it away. He had advised Felix to pretend to be drunk so he couldn’t go home, and calling now would ruin the plan.
Taking the test results back to his office, Oliver Shaw didn’t seem pleased when he heard Vanessa Armstrong was pregnant; instead, he frowned.
On the way back, Vanessa leaned weakly in the passenger seat, groaning. Oliver looked straight ahead, saying nothing comforting for a long time, but eventually uttered, "How could you be so careless!"
"Honey~" Vanessa pouted. To be honest, even when a sharp-featured woman tries to act gentle, it can feel uncomfortable, "How can you blame me? It’s not like you don’t make endless moves every night..."
"Didn’t you think of using precautions?" Oliver looked ahead, brows furrowed even tighter. Vanessa felt more aggrieved, "Before, you occasionally visited me and reminded me to take the pill. Now that it happens every day, who would still think of these things?"
Oliver said nothing more. In the past, he longed for children around him, but now, for some reason, he wasn’t the least bit happy. Perhaps it’s because his son is married now, and if his daughter-in-law were also pregnant, people might gossip about both generations having children at once.
Seraphina sat on the sofa, watching TV with the nanny. When seeing her parents return, she ran over, "Dad, is Mommy okay?"
"Darling," Vanessa caught her daughter, seeming quite happy about the new life on the way, "Mommy isn’t sick."
"Not sick? Then what’s wrong?" Seraphina frowned; at seven years old, there were many things she didn’t understand.
"Well, Mommy has a baby in her belly. You’re going to have a little brother or sister, Seraphina."
"Really?" Kids love having siblings, and hearing about her potential new brother or sister made Seraphina very happy, "Yes, really," Vanessa led her daughter into the living room while Oliver Shaw strode upstairs.
...
Mia Foster couldn’t leave; Felix Shaw had held her tightly all night, without even a soft pillow, and when she woke up, she sneezed twice in a row.
Feeling an itch on her neck, she opened her eyes to find the drunkard nibbling at her neck.
"Felix Shaw! You!" Only managed to say this, Mia’s voice choked with anger, as the man’s hand was grasping and kneading her...
"Weren’t you divorcing me because I wouldn’t touch you? Now I’m making it up to you..." Whether it was out of passion or too much alcohol the previous night, Felix’s amorous eyes were bloodshot, his lips and tongue wandering over Mia’s neck, his long fingers exploring further down.
Instinctively, Mia crossed her legs tightly.
Felix’s fingers were caught between her legs, his warm breath tickling her ear as he spoke in a low, husky voice that drilled into her eardrum, "Don’t squeeze too tight; it’ll be hard for me to get in later..."