Chapter 1602
Mrs. Sewell nodded eagerly. “I heard about that! And I heard Mrs. Watson was so devastated she even tried to kill herself a few times!” “Sigh, young people today are so different,” she went on. “They’re so open-minded they don’t even want children. They get pregnant and have miscarriages, or just get abortions, it happens all the time! That’s why I always say, getting pregnant isn’t the real good news. A healthy baby in your arms, that’s the good news. You can’t celebrate too early!” Janelle was furious. This was practically a curse on the Huber family. She completely lost her temper and fired back, “How is getting pregnant not good news? Anyone who gets pregnant should be happy! After all, not everyone gets the chance to have grandchildren!” “Instead of standing here being sour, why don’t you two go home and have a talk with your own sons? Tell them to get busy! And before you talk to your sons, maybe you should have a chat with your husbands. Make sure you don’t end up with an illegitimate child before you see a legitimate grandchild!” With that, Janelle slammed the door shut. From the hallway, they could hear the indignant voices of Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Sewell. “What’s she got to be so smug about? It’s just a pregnancy! It’s not like she’s holding a grandchild yet!” “She’s so secretive about the girl’s identity. It’s obvious her son is having second thoughts!” “Just you wait. She’ll be crying her eyes out soon enough. Does she not know her own son? A man who refuses to get married isn’t going to want a baby!” “I bet he’ll make her get rid of it. It’ll never be born!” “Or maybe she’s not even pregnant at all! It’s all just wishful thinking, haha!” “Exactly. We’ll just wait and watch her make a fool of herself!” Janelle was so angry she yanked the door open again, ready to unleash a torrent of abuse, but Richard stopped her. “They’re just two gossiping hens. Don’t pay them any mind.” Richard was angry too, but he suppressed it to comfort his wife. “They just can’t stand to see you happy. It’s pure bitterness. They’re just jealous!” Janelle nodded. “You’re right. They’re jealous. Jealous that I’m going to have a grandchild and they’re not!” Keaton: He frowned deeply. The confession he’d prepared dissolved into ash on his tongue. How could he shatter their joy now? Did he want to break their hearts, only to watch them be humiliated by their so-called friends? Looking at the memory of Mrs. Sewell and Mrs. Miller’s smug faces, he almost wished he could actually have a baby, just to shove it in their faces and make his parents proud. The thought shocked him. Actually have a baby? What was he thinking?! He was a sworn bachelor, a commitment-phobe! What was he doing even thinking about having kids? No kids. Definitely no kids! Just as he was having this internal crisis, his stomach churned violently again. He lurched over the side of the bed. “Ugh This time, the retching was worse than before. He brought up all the kiwi he had just eaten. It was excruciating. The great Mr. Huber, brought to tears by nausea…. Number One Mansion. When Tarquin got home, only Elysia was there. The kids were at school, and Clayton Hawkins and Pamela Patel were still in Oceanopolis. She was sitting on the terrace, enjoying the breeze and the sun while video-chatting with Winona. Elysia looked up as she heard him approach. Tarquin smiled at her, motioning for her to continue her call. He walked over, ran a hand through her hair, and sat down beside her. On the screen, Winona had just brought in a delivery. It was a massive order: a huge bowl of spicy noodle soup, a bunch of kebabs, a large container of sweet pudding, and a towering four-layer slice of cake. Elysia asked, “Why are you just eating lunch now? It’s after three in the afternoon.” Winona replied, “Oh, I already had lunch. This is a snack.” Elysia was surprised. “A snack?” “Yeah, my appetite has been incredible lately. I’m always hungry, and everything tastes amazing. I feel like I’m eating six meals a day!” Elysia was even more surprised. “Six meals? Are you serious?” Winona nodded emphatically. “Totally. Besides my regular three meals a day, I need a second breakfast around ten, another snack in the afternoon, and then I always have to have something before bed p>