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Trinity stepped forward then and gave them a hit each.
“What’s wrong with the two of you?”
Neil and Fredric looked at her in unison and wanted to say something but swallowed it back after glancing at each
other.
They were smart, and no one wanted to be the first to speak and let another man catch any weakness.
“Alright, stop arguing!” Trinity looked at them with a frown. She waved her hand. “Leave!”
“Okay, I’ll send you back!” Neil stood next to her first.
Fredric paused. How could he react so slowly at a time like this!?
“Trinity, let me send you.” He smiled. “We spent the night in the police station and haven’t eaten. I’ll take you for
breakfast first… What do you think about the soup and buns at the school gate? I remember that you like them!”
Neil smirked. Child’s play—did Fredric want to defeat him with a shared memory?
“Mr. Constable, I think it’s best that you go back to your firm to salvage your reputation as the ace lawyer! After all,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthe legal field isn’t that big. Your amazing performance last night must have been spread by now!”
“Don’t worry about it.” Fredric smiled. “The lawyer’s sphere isn’t like showbiz. We don’t cling to every petty business
and exaggerate it. Hah, we are busy and have to make a living with our brains, unlike people who rely on their
faces!”
“Oh, right.” Neil stayed cool. “Since you’re so busy, don’t trouble yourself to send Trinity home. I’ll go have
something with her at the hotel, and… we have to discuss the script!”
“Yes!” Trinity suddenly recalled it. “I did tell you that we have to reshoot a few scenes! As for what angle and how to
edit them, I haven’t figured out yet…”
“Take your time then!” Neil grinned in triumph. “I have no schedule today anyway. I can spend the day
brainstorming with you!”
“Mr. Harris, I think—” Before Fredric could finish, he saw Neil wrap an arm around Trinity’s shoulder and shoot him a
smirk.
Neil drawled, “Mr. Constable, it’s all showbiz stuff. A lawyer like you doesn’t have to be involved!”
“You…”
Neil intentionally shoved Fredric away. His van was already waiting outside.
Fredric lost this round. He refused to give up, though, catching up and starting his car to follow Neil’s van.
Cordelia and Zephyr looked at each other helplessly.
Who knew when this love triangle would come to an end…
“Honey, I’ll take you for a checkup in the hospital before we go home,” Zephyr said softly.
Cordelia nodded.
Although the numerous pregnancy kits said that she was pregnant, having a check in the hospital was better.
Both of them came to a private one soon, and the checkup was smooth. The baby was already eight weeks old.
The hospital director used to be Hamertons’ private doctor, so he was skilled and did his best for Cordelia.
“The report’s all well!” he said with a smile. “But you’re on the thinner side, so you have to eat up. Otherwise, you
won’t be well-nourished when the baby grows bigger later and takes in your nutrition as well!”
Cordelia nodded and memorized what she should pay attention to before she left the office with Zephyr.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBoth of them took a stroll on the hospital lawn.
Zephyr had an arm around her, and his eyes stayed on her stomach, which had yet to grow a bump.
There was actually a baby of his flesh and blood in there. It would grow from an embryo to having little hands and
feet, then bigger into a baby until the womb could not keep it in anymore…
It would come to this world crying and start an interesting and unique life of its own.
Raising a child must be something filled with such a sense of accomplishment!
Zephyr smiled and could not help stroking Cordelia’s belly. His hibernating fatherly love was finally awakened, and
he was starting to look forward to the little felllow’s arrival, but… it best be a daughter.
He had heard that sons clung to their mothers. Daughters were better. Daughters would dote on their fathers.
“Darling?” Cordelia waved a hand in front of him. “I’ve called you a few times now. What’s the matter? Why are you
looking like this?”
“Oh, nothing, nothing.” Zephyr coughed. “What is it, honey?”
“I think I saw Zennie just now,” answered Cordelia.
“What?” Zephyr paused and looked, following the direction Cordelia was pointing at.
There seemed to be someone who flashed past the shrubs and slipped into another clinical building.
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