Chapter 179 A Family in the Making
Aunt Sarah nodded, “That’s true.”
“But…”
She glanced mischievously at Cherise, and the corner of her mouth quirked. up. “Dr. Johnson was an expert in gynecology, even more than eyes. How about letting him ch*ck your reproductive health, prescribe some fertility medicine, perhaps?”
“You and Mr. Damien seem quite close now. It’s about time to think about having a child,” she remarked.
Cherise blushed at her words, pushed around her food, and quickly ran outside.
Damien was on the phone with someone under the large apricot tree in the yard.
“I told you, she’s not a servant.”
“Forget about it then. I won’t tell you.”
“Take your clothes and leave.”
Cherise approached cautiously. “Hubby, who was that?”
This was the first time she had ever heard Damien speak to someone in that manner.
Damien slammed the phone down. “Just a nob*dy,” he spat out.
“Oh,” Cherise’s voice was subdued as she replied, sensing the tension in the air.
The person on the other end was significant; her husband appeared visibly distressed and. used the word ‘leave, which was surprising.
But since he didn’t want to discuss it, she decided not to probe further.
Cherise smiled. Her eyes flickered as she gently helped him to his feet. “Ready to go, honey?”
“We planned to see the doctor in the village today,” she continued.
Damien chuckled, reaching out to tousle Cherise’s hair. “What’s the sudden hurry about having kids?”
“Grandma’s getting impatient, you know,” she retorted playfully, giving him a wink.
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Cherise hesitated and continued sheepishly, “L… I also… would like to have a child sooner.”
When Cherise and Damien arrived at Mark’s house, the older man was still asleep.
He appeared surprised as he saw Cherise guiding a man, one eye covered in black silk, into the house.
He chortled eventually, “Here for a check-up?”
Cherise nodded. “For… gynecological reasons.”
Earlier that morning, she had already briefed lan and Mark, saying they were there for a gynecological consultation.
After a casual “Oh,” Dr. Johnson turned and led Cherise and Damien to a grimy table.
He placed a small pillow on it and said, “Give me your hand.
Cherise obediently extended her hand. As Dr. Johnson felt her pulse, his brows furrowed deeply. “Your pulse…”
Cherise’s eyes widened as she gasped, “What’s happened?”
A slight unease flashed in Dr. Johnson’s eyes. “It’s nothing,” he said.
“You should be able to conceive.”
Dr. Johnson remarked and glanced up at Damien. “Your turn.”
Damien frowned, feeling hesitant about consulting these rural doctors.
Despite his reservations, he held his tongue in Cherise’s presence. He reluctantly extended
his hand.
Dr. Mark frowned for a moment during the examination, then smiled. “There’s no problem here.”
“I’ll prescribe some medicine to boost your blood circulation. Take care of yourselves, and in less than two months, you’ll have good news!” Dr. Mark a*sured them.
Cherise blinked and glanced at Dr. Mark.
He shook his head subtly in response.
She nodded disappointedly, paid the fee, and supported Damien back home.
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Dr. Johnson stood at the door as he watched them leave; a smile curled his l*ps.
A moment later, he picked up the phone and dialed Ian. “He came.”
Ian excitedly responded, “How did it go? Is he blind or just pretending?”
“Ian.”
Dr. Johnson frowned, his voice weary and tinged with helplessness. “Why are you so concerned about whether he’s blind?”
“Their relationship appears to be strong.”
After a brief silence, lan spoke sternly, “Uncle, just tell me if the man is truly blind or pretending. What I do next is my business, not yours.”
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