Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

After taking the blood test report, Joyce once again dragged Vicki towards Felix’s VIP ward.

Vicki was a bit puzzled, “This doesn’t seem like the way out.”

“You don’t need to worry about that. Let others handle it. It’s almost dinner time. Let’s go back to Mr. Saunders’ ward and sit together for a while before leaving,” Joyce firmly held Vicki’s arm, not allowing her to break free, knowing well that she had some strength in her.

“But Felix asked me to leave first and take care of things at home,” Vicki hesitated to use too much force, after all, Joyce was pregnant with twins, if something went wrong due to her exertion, it would be a big mistake.

“You must have misheard. That’s not what he meant,” Joyce said deliberately. She sensed an awkward atmosphere between the two of them. After all they had been through, she wanted to help ease the tension.

They continued dragging Vicki back to the VIP ward.

Luther hadn’t left yet and was standing by the window making a call, “The issue with the blueprints won’t stay hidden for long. Keep a close eye on Athena’s movements. Once she discovers something, she will definitely make a move. Anywhere her subordinates have been, anything they’ve purchased, anything traceable, I need to be informed. Alright. That’s the plan.”

After giving a few more instructions, he hung up the phone.

As Joyce stepped into the ward, she heard the word “Athena” and her expression slightly darkened. The hidden danger was still there after all, peace was hard to come by.

Seeing Vicki return to the ward with Joyce, Felix’s handsome face lit up with joy.

“How did it go? Did you have the tests done? What did the doctor say?” he asked eagerly.

“Don’t worry, your son is doing well,” Joyce answered for Vicki.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“Son?” Felix looked bewildered, momentarily unable to react.

Joyce explained, “Oh, it was my decision. I had Vicki’s blood tested for the gender. It’s a boy.”

Vicki walked to the window, leaning against the frame, and looked at Felix intently, “What’s wrong? You seem surprised. Don’t you like boys?”

Felix quickly shook his head, a spring-like smile on his lips, “It’s all good. If I have a daughter as wonderful as you, that would be great too. As long as it’s a child you give me, I’ll naturally be happy.”

Luther glanced at Felix, “I suppose Reese will be happier. After all, a legitimate son and grandson, these past few days I’ve observed Reese’s intentions. He wants to hand over the Saunders family to Vicki. Now that Vicki is expecting a son, it will be more convincing. This is a good thing.”

Vicki didn’t mind. To her, dealing with the restless factions of the Saunders family was like taking something out of a bag, only a matter of time.

She remained noncommittal, leaning against the window. Her mood was somewhat content now.

In the end, she took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, flicked the bottom lightly, took one out and held it between her lips, the lighter in her hand spinning smoothly like flowing water, in a skilled manner.

With a “click,” a faint yellow flame danced on her fingertips.

Unbeknownst to Vicki, her action stunned everyone in the room.

Joyce was dumbfounded. First of all, she had to admit that Vicki’s smoking gesture was too cool, too handsome; she was amazed. But, could a pregnant woman smoke?

If it weren’t for Felix’s shoulder injury and his limited mobility, he would have already rushed out of the bed.

At this moment, he shouted sternly, “Vicki!! How can you still smoke!”

Vicki paused, extinguishing the lighter in her hand. The slender menthol cigarette hadn’t been lit yet. She took it from her lips, furrowing her brow, and then discarded the cigarette into the ashtray on the coffee table by the window.

She almost forgot, she was pregnant. It seemed she couldn’t smoke. But she did have a craving, she couldn’t bear not to smoke at all.

She muttered to herself and asked Luther, “Mr. Warner, do you have an e-cigarette? Give me one.”

Luther shook his head, “I do, but I didn’t bring it. I don’t usually smoke.”

“Vicki! You really don’t care about the child!” Felix’s beautiful peach blossom eyes couldn’t hide his anger. “You can’t smoke during pregnancy. It can affect the mother’s health and the baby’s development. E-cigarettes are the same, they contain toxic substances, tar, and nicotine. Inhaling them can easily have adverse effects on the baby’s development. Don’t you understand this? Or do you simply not care about my child?”

Joyce interjected, bringing her hands together, “Felix, despite being pregnant, Vicki is experiencing this for the first time. She hasn’t fully transitioned into the role of a mother yet, and that takes time. Because the fetus is still very small, women like us don’t have a tangible feeling, often forgetting that we’re pregnant. It’s quite normal.”

Vicki shrugged. Indeed, it was true. She had only speculated about her pregnancy before. Seren’s subordinate had faked the pregnancy test for her. In other words, she hadn’t really confirmed her pregnancy at all. It wasn’t until she had just undergone the ultrasound that she truly became aware that she was indeed pregnant.

Felix was still indignant, “Vicki, I’ve been unconscious for these two days. How much have you smoked?”

Vicki furrowed her brow even deeper, “I’ve been so busy, where would I find the time to smoke? Not much, at most a pack.”

Felix was on the verge of losing his temper. He simply couldn’t bear it any longer, “Luther, Joyce, you both go back first. I have some things I want to discuss with her alone.”

Luther pulled Joyce to his side, “Alright, let’s go. I’ll call you if anything comes up.”

After saying that, Luther dragged Joyce away and firmly closed the door behind them.

In the corridor, Joyce couldn’t help but complain, “Didn’t you see how tense they were? We should try to persuade them, especially you. Try to reason with Mr. Saunders. Vicki’s naturally stubborn, there’s no need to get upset.”

“Do you think he doesn’t understand? Talking more won’t help. Let them sort it out on their own. They’ll resolve it,” Luther held Joyce close, almost lifting her off the ground. “And you, you should worry more about yourself. How about our sons? Are they doing well? Did you happen to get a check-up as well?”

“They’re doing fine. It’s not good to have frequent check-ups. I just checked the fetal heart rate, everything’s normal,” Joyce gently caressed her abdomen, which had already swelled. The last time she was pregnant, she had been in a coma and hadn’t been able to truly feel the growth of the children. This time, she was determined to cherish it.

“I’m still a little worried. After all, they’ve been through life and death, and it’s not easy for them to be together…”

Joyce turned to look.

But no matter how much she worried, it was of no avail. She could only resolve her own affairs by herself.