NovelEnglishChapter 1647: SRejoice, SWorry
Just as Ivan was too lazy to listen and was about to hang up the phone, Jennifer took the phone from his hand. "Hello, which
hospital are you at?"
Ivan looked at his wife in surprise but didn't interrupt her.
"Okay, we got it," Jennifer ended the call and looked at him. "Darling, Catherine brought this upon herself, but the child is
innocent."
"You..." lvan's tense face softened, and he averted his gaze, not wanting to show displeasure to his wife.
Jennifer, being a mother herself, understood the bond between a mother and her child, so she couldn't bear to see the child suffer.
"I have no intention of dealing with this woman at all!" Ivan said expressionlessly, then he crossed his arms and turned away.
"I know," Jennifer cto his side and looked at him. "But the child is truly innocent. If the child could choose, she wouldn't choose
Catherine as her mother."
Ivan didn't want to understand the grand principles; he despised Catherine greatly!
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"lI don't want to see her at all," Ivan smirked coldly. "So whether her child lives or dies, what kind of person they becin the
future, has nothing to do with me."
"..." Jennifer looked at him and fell silent.
He rejected the child, and she didn't want to force him.
So she didn't say anything further. "lI understand. It's getting late, let's sleep early."
Jennifer didn't want her goodwill to overflow, and she didn't want any involvement with Catherine. She didn't even want to see her.
But the child was innocent.
Who could choose their own birth?
Jennifer simply felt sorry for this child who was born and immediately sent to an orphanage. Who knew how much suffering she
would have to endure?
After putting down the phone, lvan embraced Jennifer as they lay down. He kissed her cheek. "Goodnight, my dear." His tone
softened.
"Goodnight."
She lay on her side, and he held her from behind, just like Tristan holding Monica.
As the moon set and the sun rose, a new day arrived as expected.
The children woke up particularly early today. "Jolly, Jordan, Merry Christmas!" They appeared at the corner of the staircase.
"Young master, miss, Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas!"
In the morning, everyone who met would proactively say "Merry Christmas" to each other. Everyone's faces were filled with
happiness, and the festive atmosphere was especially strong.
Laughter and joy filled the air, heralding a brand new day and a brand new year.
In a certain bedroom upstairs.
Aubree had just put on new clothes, with only one earring hanging. The phone on the dressing table rang, and she picked it up. It
was an unfamiliar number.
It was strange because very few people knew her phone number, and she rarely received calls from strangers. Who could it be?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe answered, "Hello? Who is this?"
"Auntie." Catherine had just given birth and her voice was weak. The moment the call connected, her throat choked up. "Merry
Christmas."
"Who are you...?" Aubree couldn't recognize her voice at all.
The woman on the other end of the phone felt a pang in her heart. "I'm Catherine."
Upon hearing that name, Aubree was taken aback. She was somewhat surprised to receive her greeting early in the morning, but
she wasn't pleased.
Aubree's tone was indifferent as she asked, "Do you need something from me?"
Feeling the distance and coldness from Catherine, she held back the voice of her heart being torn apart.
She spoke again, "Auntie, I'm in the hospital. I've just given birth, and | know prison awaits me. But this child is innocent. Can you
please help me?"
Before she could respond, Catherine cried, "When I'm released, I'll do anything to repay you. | can't bear to leave her in an
orphanage when she's just been born, I'm really worried."
Early in the morning, Aubree's good mood was completely shattered by her words.
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