The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 635 Happy To Have An Excellent Daughter

Alina leaned against the pillow, her face full of despair and sorrow as if she had seen through everything.

As Alina looked at her niece's worried expression, she merely offered a bitter smile and silently shook her head.

Even after several days of recuperation, she still looked weak and lifeless. There was no sign of vitality in her, and

her complexion was alarmingly pale.

After Avery had drawn the curtains, she took a bunch of grapes from the fruit basket. She washed them carefully

under the tap for a while, meticulously plucked them one by one, and placed them into a delicate fruit dish before

bringing them over to Alina.

“Aunt Alina, would you like some grapes?”

Avery handed the woman a bright red grape. “I know when a person is on an IV drip, their mouth tends to feel a

bitter sensation. Eating something slightly sweet can help with it. Whenever I'm sick, I always like to eat some sweet

fruit.”

Unable to resist her niece's kind gesture, Alina opened her mouth and ate the grape.

The sweetness of the grape juice diluted the bitter taste in her mouth.

Alina said listlessly, “No matter how sweet the fruit is, it only tastes bitter in my current state...”

Avery sat down next to Alina, gently took the latter's hand, and comforted her. “Aunt Alina, the medical technology

is so advanced now, you will definitely get better, trust me...”

Alas, her aunt had no will to live. It was clear she did not want to undergo surgery. She wanted to offer comfort, yet

she didn't know what to say.

Alina gave a bitter smile. “Actually, the mortality rate of breast cancer is one of the lowest among all types of

cancer. But its greatest cruelty is not in taking lives, but in taking away the most beautiful, the most maternal part

of a woman. You know how much I love beauty. Even a small scar on my body is hard for me to bear, let alone

having to remove my... If they're gone, do you think I'm still a woman?”

She choked up, not even daring to utter the word.

Avery felt a bitter pang in her heart, her grip on her aunt's hand tightening even more.

Alina tried hard to keep herself composed. It was so heartbreaking that she picked a grape from the tray and

popped it into her mouth.

The sour and sweet taste seeped into her taste buds, making her feel slightly better.

Alina looked into her niece's eyes and said, “Ery, I can't accept the surgery, nor can I accept a flawed version of

myself. What you don't know is that he's a perfectionist. He doesn't like women with physical imperfections. I can't

become a woman he despises...”

“Aunt Alina, are you refusing the surgery because of your husband?” Avery blurted out, momentarily stunned by the

woman's words.

Aunt Alina seems to have a lot on her mind. Could the man she's talking about be the uncle I met only once?

Avery vaguely remembered meeting her uncle once during her high school days.

That year, he personally came to take Blake to Jetroina. Thus, Avery had quite a strong impression of him.

After all, Avery, who was once a small-town girl, had never seen such a handsome, mature, and refined man. He

seemed as if he had stepped right out of a painting.

At that time, her uncle was very gentle to Alina. Perhaps it was his love for Alina that he was particularly kind

toward Avery. He called her a young lady affectionately and even gave her some pocket money before he left.

Avery had quite a good impression of that man, but she never expected such a drastic turn of events to occur later.

Alina pulled herself together and gripped Avery's hand, speaking with a bitter smile. “Ery, if I had a daughter, she

would probably be about your age now. Well-behaved, gentle, virtuous, beautiful... He always loved daughters. If we

had a child together, I think we wouldn't have ended up where we are today...”

Tears trickled down from the corner of Alina's eyes.

Despite being a woman in her forties, her face remained smooth and her skin delicate, without a single flaw. Even

the corners of her eyes were free from wrinkles.

A perfect-looking aunt like her could never endure any physical imperfections. If it were Avery herself, she would

not be able to accept it either.

Then again, Alina's condition could no longer be delayed. At that thought, Avery steeled herself and said, “Aunt

Alina, you must have the surgery. Otherwise, I will go to Jetroina to bring my uncle over—”

“Ery, you don't have to persuade me anymore. I know my body the best.”

Alina's gaze was deep yet lifeless. She closed her eyes in pain, saying, “I'm already content that I've managed to

hang on until now. You don't need to go to the trouble of going to Jetroina to find that so-called uncle of yours. He's

already started a family, and their child has been born for several months now...”

Revelation struck Avery like a bolt from the blue.

In an instant, Avery seemed to understand the reason for her aunt's despair. The love of her life choosing another

for marriage was probably the source of her hopelessness. However, what Avery could not understand was why her

aunt would refuse surgery for a man who had already married and had children with another woman.

Avery wanted to continue persuading her aunt, but seeing her tired and pale face, the former had no choice but to

put a lid on the impulse.

I'll let Aunt Alina rest for now. I'll surely come up with a way to make her have the surgery!

Although Claire stayed at the Lambert residence obediently to rest, she couldn't help but constantly think about her

daughter.

If it were not for her physical limitations, she would have gone to her daughter immediately.

She held her phone, going through the contacts back and forth with her gaze fixed on a particular number. She had

scrolled through it countless times that she had even memorized it by heart.

It was none other than Avery's phone number.

Claire had obtained the number from her father-in-law. He was a client of Avery, and therefore, he had always kept

her number.

Claire really wanted to call Avery, but she could not find a good reason to do so. What should I even say to her? Do I

just tell her I'm her biological mother? Will the child believe me?

Just as Claire was feeling gloomy, she suddenly remembered Avery's Instagram account. Hence, she started

scrolling through Avery's account.

Fortunately, Avery's Instagram account was not private.

However, Avery rarely posted about her daily life on her account, let alone take numerous selfies like Nicole. Most

of the former's posts were about architecture, her own designs, and some heartwarming moments. The featured

pictures were often fresh and aesthetically pleasing illustrations.

Despite that, Claire still found it fascinating.

Especially the designs by Avery. Claire looked at them over and over again, feeling both comforted and saddened in

her heart.

She felt a sense of comfort knowing her own daughter turned out to be so exceptional. What saddened her was

that she could not be by Avery's side during every moment of her growth.