Chapter 173: She Is Spitting Bubbles When She Sleeps
In another room at the hospital.
Titus was still unable to get up, but then he saw Spring came in hurriedly.
"Mom, what’s wrong?" he asked.
Spring took a deep breath and said, "I was just about to see the director and you can guess who I saw upstairs."
Titus frowned. The next second, his eyes lit up and he said, "Is it Halle?"
"She is here indeed, and I also heard that she just gave birth to a baby girl yesterday afternoon," she said in hushed tones.
When she said the words "baby girl", she was being so sarcastic and cold.
She had known that an unfortunate woman like Halle could not give birth to a son to carry on their family name.
"Really? That’s great. I want to see her and ask her for forgiveness. And I want her back to the Tyson family with her daughter," Titus said brightly.
Titus was being so overjoyed, while Spring was very unhappy about his idea, so she pushed Titus back to the bed.
She said angrily, "Beg for forgiveness and let her come back? I don’t agree with that. She gave birth to a girl, a worthless girl! Forget it. Tell me that you are not seeing her again."
To Spring, it was just a girl, and the Tyson family did not need a girl to inherit the family fortune.
"Mom, what are you talking about? This is also my baby. I don’t care if it is a girl!" Titus protested.
In his heart, as long as Halle brought the baby back to the Tyson Family, nothing mattered anymore.
Spring was furious hearing what he said and shouted at him, "Are you mad? What would I want a girl for? I am waiting for you to marry a good girl and give me several grandsons. There is no need to bring back Halle, the jinx, just for a girl."
Moreover, it was such a shame for the Tyson family if her son really went to beg her back.
Spring doubted that any good man was willing to accept Halle, a divorced woman with a daughter.
"Mom, you don’t understand. Other than Halle, those women are impossible ... In a word, I won’t marry any other woman except Halle. And the Tyson family will only have this baby girl in the future. You know how to deal with it." Titus said.
He became so determined and rendered Spring speechless.
She stared at her son, uncomprehending, and said, "What, what do you mean? Are you threatening your mother?"
"Mom, I’m not threatening you. I like Halle, and I will only love her. Moreover, we have a child now, the only descendant of the Tyson family. I must bring Halle back," he said.
Although Titus had quarreled with her a few times before, he had never disagreed with her like this.
Spring was furious. He had never spoken to her like that even when they divorced.
Now...
She said angrily, "Did the woman put a spell on you?"
"Mom, go get a wheelchair from the doctor. I want to see Halle and the child right now," Titus demanded.
He knew that Halle was soft. Now that she had a child, the child must need a father. He only needed to say something nice to her, with some refreshments. It wouldn’t be long before Halle forgave him.
...
"Halle, I find out that you’ve been very careful around Horton recently," Hilla asked curiously.
She looked at Halle strangely and noticed that she was always staring at Horton and the child in his arms nervously.
At first, she thought that Halle was just worried that Horton didn’t know how to hold a baby and her baby would get hurt. But in the past two days, she found that it was not the baby who Halle was worried about but Horton.
Even if careless Margaret held Emily, Halle would not act like that. Only to Horton, as long as he came, Halle would become particularly nervous.
Hilla was curious. She even thought that if Halle was afraid that Horton would steal the baby.
"Did I? I just feel that men can’t take good care of children, and we have troubled Dr. Hutt so much. I should tell him that he shouldn’t come here so often," Halle said seriously.
She relaxed when she lowered her head and held the small hand beside her. Emily, who was fast asleep, seemed to feel her mother and held Halle’s fingers tightly in turn.
Halle looked at the cute little face in front of her and couldn’t help smiling sweetly.
The more Horton adored Emily, the more fear she had.
With this child, she was more than satisfied. In the future, Emily was everything for her. No matter who wanted to take her daughter away, she would risk her life to
protect Emily.
"But Horton comes every day, and he has saved you and Emily. It is inappropriate to say so!" Hilla argued.
She didn’t know what to do. Horton really liked Emily. He couldn’t get enough of her, and if he didn’t have to eat and go to the bathroom, he could stay with her all the time.
Every time, it was her and Margaret who could not stand Horton being like that and drove him away. Horton really liked Emily. She thought that Halle would relent, but, instead, she became more anxious.
"There is nothing inappropriate. My own daughter doesn’t need other people to take care of. They have nothing to do with Emily, so how can they treat her sincerely?" Halle said and she was kind of losing control.
Seeing Halle suddenly getting so agitated, Hilla comforted her, "Alright, alright. Calm down. Be careful, you don’t want to rip the sutures."
She heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Halle cool off.
Her sister must have been too sensitive after giving birth to a child, which was why she was being so anxious. Maybe this was what people usually called postpartum depression.
She thought that Halle must have postpartum depression.
"When I get better, I’ll take Emily back to the countryside," Halle said.
She was unstable now, so Hilla didn’t dare to disagree with her. After Halle gave birth, Hilla felt that she was very grumpy.
As they two spoke, there was a knock on the door.
Hilla was curious so she rushed over to open the door. When she saw Titus and his mother, she was taken by surprise.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"What? Do I need your permission to see my granddaughter?" Spring retorted.
She glared at Hilla with her head held high. But she was boiling with rage when she saw the ward was so luxurious. She couldn’t help wondering the cost and thought that Halle must have found a rich guy using her daughter.
"Granddaughter? Are you insane?" Hilla sneered.
She was speechless and thought that the mother and son just came here to make a fool of themselves. She couldn’t believe that there would be people more shameless than them.
"You..." Spring choked on her words.
"Mom, I want to talk to Halle myself. You should go back first!" Titus said.
"My sister has nothing to talk with you and you. Please leave us alone!" Hilla said first, pointing.
After Hilla finished, she didn’t give them any chance to speak and shut the door to their face.
"How dare she! So rude!" Spring was exasperated.
And she wanted to thump the door while Titus took her hand and stopped her, saying, "Forget it. Halle just gave birth, and she needs rest. We should come back. I know she is here and that’s enough. I can wait until she forgives me."
He was being so confident and thought that since she was in the hospital, the baby must need a father. Who else Halle could come to except him?
He thought that as long as Halle could detect his sincerity to the child, she would definitely agree to remarry him.
So he knew that he only needed to be good to the child, very good!
...
Halle left the hospital seven days later. Hilla held Emily in her arms, grinning from ear to ear.
"Halle, she’s spitting bubbles when she sleeps."
When Emily was born, she looked a little ugly. Hilla didn’t expect that after a few days, she loved the baby more. She actually thought that Emily was the most beautiful girl in the world.
Margaret also came over happily and said with a smile, "Emily seems to be getting darker!"
"Come off it! The doctor said that this is neonatal jaundice. It will disappear soon." Hilla was very unhappy. Now, anyone couldn’t say that Emily was ugly.
"Emily is a beautiful girl. She will have fairer skin later. Her little mouth looks so much like mine, her nose is like mine, and her eyes ..."
Hilla wondered, <Halle and I have double eyelids, but why does Emily have a pair of upturned eyes? Her eyes look like Horton’s.
It is said that a newborn baby looks more like the one who carries him first. If I had known this earlier, I would not have let Horton carry Emily first.>
"She has single eyelids, which are unlike yours!"
Margaret reminded her in a low voice. Hilla couldn’t help but glare at her.
"There is no telling what a girl will look like when she grows up. Although her eyelids are single now, maybe in two days, or when she grows up, she will have double eyelids. Besides, aren’t her eyes as big as mine?"
Carrying Emily, Hilla loved her so much, and she couldn’t help but kiss Emily. Hilla thought, "Babies all smell so good. They are so soft and cute!"
Margaret sneered, "You say this as if Emily is your daughter. She looks like Halle. Even biological sisters do not look exactly the same!"
Margaret wondered, "You are not twins!"
Margaret murmured unhappily. During these days they didn’t let her carry Emily. Hilla was younger than her, but she could carry her. Margaret thought that the baby wouldn’t fall if she carried Emily.
She certainly knew that the baby should be carefully carried. Looking at Emily in Hilla’s arms, Margaret was a little angry. She wondered that she would carry her child in the future.
Hilla turned to look at Margaret and approached her with a smile, "You’ve been very angry these days. Is it because Horton doesn’t let you carry Emily?"
"Who cares? He is a busy body. An unmarried man only comes here to look after his child every day. He just goofed around. No wonder the director suspended him. It is best to dismiss him directly and let him live on the streets to beg for food."
Margaret cursed someone fiercely.
Halle, who was sitting at the front, suddenly spoke softly, "Is Horton suspended?"
"Yes. He beat up that playa in the hospital for you two days ago, so he is suspended by the director."
Margaret said a little proudly. When beating up the playa, Horton still looked a little pleasing.
Halle suddenly put on a serious face. She lowered her head slightly and did not speak again.
Anyway, she got Horton into trouble in the end.
Hilla touched Margaret and said with a smile, "How about I let you carry Emily?"
"Aren’t you afraid that she will fall?"
Margaret bit her lips, her face full of hesitation and doubt.
She wondered that Hilla might intend to do this to make her happy.
"No, we are in the car, and I’ll hold her in cupped hands. It’s very simple to carry her because she’s so small."
In the beginning, Hilla naturally didn’t know how to carry her either. After all, Emily was so small and she didn’t even know where to put her hands. Then, the nurse told her a lot. She learned it seriously and got it.
"You bend your hands like this, hold her back with your palm, and hold her little butt with your other hand."
Hilla was well-experienced as if she had given birth to a child before.
Margaret nervously wiped away the sweat in her hands. She looked at Halle and asked in a low voice, "Halle, can I hold her?"
Margaret was afraid that the child would fall when she carried her.
Halle smiled and comforted Margaret, "Of course, the baby is not as fragile as you think."
"But she looks so small ..."
Margaret looked at the baby nervously and expectantly. Seeing that Halle brought Emily here, she grinned. She picked up the baby as Hilla told her.
At first, Margaret was not familiar with this. The little girl in her arms struggled uncomfortably. Margaret was afraid that Emily would cry, and then she felt so anxious that she cried first.
However, Emily just moved, stretched out her small arm, and continued to sleep in a
comfortable position.
Only then did Margaret smile through her tears, and she said happily, "Emily knows how to stretch her body. She is so cute, so soft and light."
Margaret said excitedly while carefully carrying the baby. She carried Emily so hard to prevent her from falling.
"Don’t carry her so hard. Just gently hold her butt with your hand." Hilla said this. Margaret nodded and asked, "Is that so?" The baby pooped.
A loud fart sound came before Hilla answered, and then a strange smell began to permeate the air.
Margaret frowned as if she was about to cry and said, "It isn’t me. It’s Emily. Does she ... poop?"
She had already felt the smell that was coming out from her fingers.
Hilla and Halle looked embarrassed, and it was smelly in the car. In summer, the windows were closed, and the air-conditioning could not remove the smell.
Hilla covered her face and said, "She should just be farting. You hold on for a while, and we will arrive at the confinement center soon. It’s okay."
Margaret thought that she was "in danger"!
When they arrived at the confinement center, they did not expect that Bruce had rented a two-story courtyard for Halle. There were also some green bamboos. A babysitter was already waiting inside.
Besides, Orlenna also asked for another servant.
"Halle, no wonder you want to live in the confinement center. I want to live in such a beautiful place, too."
This place was even more comfortable than the Lakeshore Center where Hilla lived. On such a hot day, there was a small spring pool, which slowed the water on the rockery.
The bamboos were not tall and they seemed to be regularly trimmed.
There was also a grapevine in the yard, vines climbing up along the wooden stand at the door. There were so many grapes!
Halle did not expect that Bruce found such a good place for her, and she felt uneasy.
Margaret took Emily to the babysitter and ran over happily. She said, "It’s easy for you to live here. When you give birth to a baby, you’ll stay here. Halle stays here for a month and you stay for three months. You can stay even for three years. Anyway, my brother is rich. It is worthwhile to spend money on you!"
Hilla originally thought it was so good, but she changed her idea after Margaret said.
Bruce moved all the things in his hands over and held Hilla in his arms. He glared at Margaret and lowered his head, saying softly, "If you like this, we can build one in the future."
Margaret nodded and wondered, "Bruce is so generous. The homewreckers whose living depends on women completely outside cannot compare with him."