Chapter 90
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Chapter 90:
After we talked for a while, Evelyn leaned closer and asked in a lowered voice, “Seriously, you’ve already been mates for three years. When are you planning to have a child? Harold has been hoping for a great-grandchild for so long. Maybe having a baby would help him recover sooner.”
A child.
The words landed in my chest like a blow.
I felt Lianne’s hand stiffen all at once. She lowered her head, and her long hair covered her expression.
Something shifted inside me for reasons I couldn’t explain, and I suddenly pictured Lianne carrying a child. She would be beautiful.
But the thought disappeared just as quickly when I came back to myself.
𝖭𝖾w w𝗲𝘦kl𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝗮𝗽𝘵𝘦𝘳𝗌 𝘰𝗇 g𝖺l𝘯𝘰𝗏𝘦𝗅s.𝗰𝘰𝗆
“We’re not thinking about children yet,” I said with a faint smile.
Lianne’s POV
The moment Ethan said it, my hands tightened without me noticing. My nails pressed hard into my palms.
Rola’s voice cut in right after, filled with clear displeasure. Her brows pulled together as she looked at us. “Every time I bring this up, you both find a way to delay it. I don’t care how busy you are. By next year, I want to see a great-grandchild. Do you understand?”
Both Ethan and I fell silent.
The room fell quiet for a few seconds before Rola turned to Ethan and urged him to go handle work at the company.
Once he left, Evelyn stepped closer to me. She lowered her voice, speaking in a tone meant only for me. “Lianne, listen to me. You need to have a child with Ethan as soon as possible. That’s the only way to secure your place. There are too many women out there waiting for a chance to take him. You can’t afford to be careless.”
A faint smile formed on my lips, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “I understand. Thank you.”
Inside, though, everything felt heavy and hard to breathe through.
Would having a child really make Ethan stay?
After everything he had done for Ivy, even humiliating me in front of others, I didn’t dare believe that. I couldn’t gamble a child’s future on something so uncertain.
Three days passed before Harold’s condition stabilized enough for him to be moved out of the ICU.
During that time, I stayed at the hospital to recover as well.
As my mood settled, my vision began to improve faster than expected. The double images faded, and things slowly became clearer.
Harold couldn’t stay still for long. The moment he was moved to the general ward, he started complaining.
“This place smells like medicine. I can’t stand it,” he said, hitting the bed rail.
“The doctor said you need two more days of observation,” I replied, sitting beside him while peeling an orange. “If you leave now, Rola will definitely blame me.”
It took a while, but after going back and forth, we finally convinced the old man to stay.
As evening settled in, the door opened and Ethan walked in. He carried a neatly packed box from the bakery I liked most.
“I picked this up on the way,” he said as he set it down on the nightstand. His eyes rested on me for a brief moment, unreadable.
I didn’t expect it, but I still smiled and thanked him before opening the box.
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