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She silently vowed to make Carrie feel the spain.
A few days later, Daxton returned to his estate, discharging himself from the hospital earlier than advised. His
hwas abuzz with activity. Trusted associates, household staff, and a team of international medical specialists
crowded the expansive living room, tending to his every need.
One of his subordinates approached him, concern etched on his face. “Mr. Garcia, why did you stay in that public
hospital for so long? What if it delayed your recovery?”
Daxton waved him off, allowing the staff to help him settle onto a plush couch. His voice was calm, almost
dismissive. “In Orkset, it's better to keep a low profile. A minor injury like this didn’t require special treatment.
Any competent hospital would suffice.”
The foreign medical team ran their final checks, confirming that his wound was healing well. After administering
a nutrient drip, they left him to rest.
Daxton reclined on the couch, scrolling idly through his phone when a call cin. The voice on the other end
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇttrembled with fear. “Sir, Ms. Campbell called earlier, asking about the results. A new intern accidentally gave her
the pregnancy report... She already cby and took it.”
One of his aides stepped forward immediately. “I'll track down Ms. Campbell and replace it with a fake report.”
Daxton’s expression didn’t change. But then, a faint smile curved his lips—cold and unreadable. He held up a
hand, stopping the aide.
His voice was soft but firm. “No need. Leave it. Perhaps this is fate,” he murmured. “Her child... | see no reason
why | can’t regard it as my own.”
The hospital hallway buzzed with the faint hum of footsteps and conversations, but to Carrie, it all felt distant.
She stepped outside, the crisp air brushing her face as she held the pregnancy report close to her chest. Her
heart brimmed with a quiet yet indescribable joy. On the ultrasound, the baby was nothing more than a tiny bud
—a faint, almost imperceptible spark of life. But that spark would grow arms, legs, and a beating heart. The
thought sent a wave of warmth coursing through her, filling her with hope and anticipation.
Pulling out her phone, she quickly dialed Kristopher. Her smile was wide as she pressed the phone to her ear.
“Kristopher...”
“Yes?” His voice cthrough instantly, warm and soothing as always, though tinged with the sound of hurried
movement.
Carrie didn’t notice the urgency in his tone, too caught up in her excitement. She glanced down at the report in
her hands and teased lightly, “Which would you prefer—a boy or a girl?”
On the other end of the line, Kristopher glanced at his watch, his steps quickening. He assumed the question was
prompted by sfamily member's curiosity and replied gently, “Either is fine. You're doing well in your career
right now. Don’t stress about things like this. Just let nature take its course.”
Carrie, already sensitive by nature, felt even more vulnerable now that she was pregnant. Her smile faltered. His
words, so casually spoken, hit her like a sudden gust of wind. Her grip on the phone tightened as she stood still,
the brightness in her eyes dimming.
Let nature take its course? So, he wasn’t excited about the baby?
Before she could gather her thoughts, another voice drifted faintly through the receiver—a woman'’s voice,
unmistakably familiar. “Kristopher, the private jet’s ready. We should board now.”
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