Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

After a while, Jessie did not see George shouting at her to get up, she bit her lower lip and finally gathered the courage to stand up straight on her own, "Mr. Joe?" George's eyes flickered slightly, "Forget it, since you don't want to hear it, I won't say anything."

It was indeed a little early to say this.

He hadn't meant to tell her that now either, she just happened to hear it.

It was better to stick to the original plan and let her know again later, after he had done everything he wanted to do.

Hearing that George had stopped talking, Jessie let out a faintly invisible breath.

To be honest, she was really afraid that he would go on to say something that he had feelings for her.

Right now, she was a blank sheet of paper when it came to relationships and didn't know how to deal with them or how to accept them.

So, she was terrified that if he said more, it would affect her even more.

After all, she also knew that she had loved him in the past and was likely to fall in love with him all over again if she was too deeply affected by him.

The chances of this were very high.

So she really didn't want to listen to these words of his, whether they were true or not, and if she heard too much of them, she would be easily influenced not to mention easily trapped.

It didn't matter why exactly he was saying that to the person on the other end of the phone, as long as he didn't take it personally to her parents.

Just go with the flow.

Nothing mattered to her now.

"Thinking about something?" Looking at Jessie as she wandered off, George narrowed his eyes and asked.

Jessie shook her head, "No, I didn't think of anything, I'm going to boil water."

With that, she took the kettle and turned to retrace her steps towards the kitchen.

George watched her back and didn't call out to her again.

After almost ten minutes, Jessie came out of the kitchen with a kettle and poured him a glass before coming to his bedside, "Mr. Joe, have some water." George took the glass of water.

After Jessie let go of the water glass, she suddenly thought of something and asked, "By the way Mr. Joe, who cleaned the glass shards at the door?" "The nurse." George sipped her water and whispered back.

Jessie nodded in a dazed manner, "So that's how it is."

And yes, who else but a nurse could clean in a hospital?

He hadn't hired a carer at all in order to put her in charge of care, so it had to be a nurse.

She should have thought of that.

With this in mind, Jessie was ready to walk away and go and get the medicine dispensed for him so that he could easily take it later.

The moment she had just turned around, however, her stomach lurched and a wave of nausea surged straight up.

Her face instantly changed and she covered her mouth in a rush and gave a dry heave.

Seeing this, George hurriedly put down his glass of water and looked at her, "What's wrong with you?"

Her face was very pale and her eyes were slightly moist, so it was clear that she was now in great distress.

Jessie shook her head at him, didn't answer him and ran straight to the bathroom.

Soon, George heard a gurgle of dry heaves coming from the bathroom.

The sound was as if it was going to vomit out its insides.

George didn't react at first to why she had suddenly vomited.

After all, she didn't have a cold or get sick either.

But it didn't take long for him to immediately remember that she would be like this because she was pregnant, and inside her, there was his child.

The baby was not yet in its third trimester, so naturally the pregnancy reaction was not yet over.

But these days, he hadn't seen her like this in front of him, so he'd gradually forgotten about it.

The first time he heard Jessie vomit heartily in the bathroom, George's heart also vaguely felt some heartache.

He lifted the covers and got out of bed, then limped over to the table where Jessie had put the kettle, picked up the kettle and a clean cup, and poured a cup of hot water in it. Having done this, he held on to the wall and slowly walked towards the bed, bent down and pulled open the bedside table by the bed and pulled a packet of something from it. Still not stopping, he took the packet and went back to the kitchen.

Finally, he emerged from the kitchen only with a plate containing a crumpled stack of yellow stuff.

Look closely, it was actually a bag of plums!

Just as George was putting the plums on the table, the bathroom door opened.

Jessie came out of it with a pale face.

She still had her mouth covered, her face was still very pale and her eyes were red, even her hair, which was wet in one piece.

Apparently, she had accidentally wet her face while inside, washing it with cold water.

Seeing George not lying on the hospital bed, but standing next to the table instead, Jessie couldn't care less about her uncomfortable feeling and said in surprise, "Mr. Joe, why are you here?" "Come here." Instead of answering her, George beckoned up towards her.

Jessie didn't know what he was up to, and after hesitating for a moment, she still slowly walked over.

George watched her gradually approach, her face even paler than when he had seen her emerge from the bathroom, his brow furrowed and his voice mixed with concern as he asked, "Does it get this hard every time you react?"

"What?" Jessie froze, not responding for a moment.

George frowned, "I say, do you throw up so much every time?"

His eyes fell to her stomach.

It was only then that Jessie finally responded that he was actually caring for her.

For a moment, Jessie stared at George with wide eyes, her eyes full of disbelief.

Apparently, she couldn't believe that he actually cared about her.

Seeing Jessie's frozen look, George knew what she was feeling at the moment and what she was thinking at the moment.

He had treated her so badly before, and she was naturally surprised to hear him ask her what was wrong.

Because he had never, before, made her feel cared for.

That was why his care now felt so unreal to her.

It was his fault.

George raised his hand and gently knocked Jessie's forehead, his voice softer, "Silly, why don't you answer my question yet?"

Jessie's mouth opened for a long time before she could barely find a bit of her own sanity and nodded dully, "Well, it's like this every time." Hearing the reply, George frowned.

The fact that it happened every time was a good indication that she had a very severe pregnancy reaction, much worse than the average pregnant woman. Not only would this not be good for her body, but it might even directly decay her body just like that.

"What did the doctor say?" George asked again, narrowing her eyes.

Jessie whispered, "The doctor said that I should be hospitalized to adjust and wait until the pregnancy reaction has passed before being discharged."

Otherwise, there was a good chance she would have lost the baby just like that.

Because the pregnancy reaction was so severe, she couldn't eat or sleep well, and now her spirits were clearly starting to be deprived.

So in the long run, she would be so malnourished that she would not be able to provide nourishment for her child, and not only would she not be able to keep her child, but something may happen to her too. Hearing Jessie's reply, George's face changed slightly, "Since the doctor said you should be hospitalized, why don't you stay?"

Jessie looked up at him and quickly lowered her head again, "I went to the hospital for a maternity test just a day before you came here, and that's when the doctor advised me to do so, I was going to be hospitalized for conditioning, but you were injured by my father at that time."

George understood the meaning of her words.

She was saying that she was to be hospitalized, but because he was injured and named her for care, she did not have the opportunity to be hospitalized.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

For a moment, a wave of self-recrimination welled up in George's heart.

He sighed, "Do your parents know about this?"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐lightnoveldaily.com