As predicted, Anthony agreed right away, “You’re the expert in this aspect. We’ll follow your lead.”
He tightened his grip on my hand and then cast a glance at me. Once again, he opened his mouth and pleaded earnestly with Professor Zidd, “Please help us.”
My forehead creased as I lifted my head to look at Anthony. At that critical moment, he was like a devout believer praying to Professor Zidd, a deity.
At the spur of the moment, a proud man like Anthony, who had been living a high and lofty life, was no different than any Tom, Dick, and Harry. He had stooped so low for the sake of scoring a chance to have our own child.
Yet, I was relieved seeing him like this, a total burden off my shoulders. This side of him was way charming than the authoritative figure in any business meeting.
“I will,” Professor Zidd replied swiftly. Without further ado, he started listing a page of prescriptions. Then, he tore the page off and passed it to Anthony. Solemnly, he said, “I’ve learned about your backgrounds, Mr. Featherstone. There’s still a need for me to remind you that Mrs. Featherstone is my patient. In the next two months, she must only consume the medicines that I’ve prescribed. Please do not consult any other doctor rashly nor use other types of medication. I hope that you two can bear this in mind.”
I nodded obediently, not only because Professor Zidd was an elder, but his competency and professional work ethics were very convincing. As an expert, he could have just provided some treatment plans within the scope of his duties. Instead, he empathized with us and went beyond his remit to caution us of the risk of consuming conflicting medications.
People who had gone through extreme pain and grief were always yearning for a complete recovery in the fastest possible time. So, they tend to seek multiple advice from various doctors simultaneously and consume different medications to increase the likelihood of their recovery. It was understandable why one would take that approach. However, in most cases, it might produce negative outcomes due to resistance caused by drug poisoning.
Had it not been for Professor Zidd’s reminder, I would continue taking the pills prescribed by the doctor Sally and I consulted earlier.
After pondering over this, I grew to trust Professor Zidd more.
If Professor Zidd can’t help me get pregnant again, there’s no more hope for me in this lifetime.
He gazed at us. Perhaps he found us not in the best state of mind, he commented further, “Actually, you don’t need to be overly anxious. Medical technology is very advanced these days. Having a damaged womb with an abnormally thin lining of the endometrium is no longer an incurable disease. In fact, it’s got quite a high chance of recovery with proper medication.”
I could finally let out a stiff smile. “Thank you, Professor Zidd.”
Thank you so much for giving me that glimpse of hope of becoming a mother.
“Haha…” Professor Zidd placed his hands on the desk. His benign smile and mannerisms were just like a friendly senior that I’d known for years. “Don’t thank me in advance. Getting prepared to conceive is never an easy task. We’ll have to see each other on a daily basis and go through a series of exhausting treatments and tests. I’m afraid you might blame me for it later on.”
I laughed. “You must be joking, Professor Zidd, why would we?”
“I wasn’t kidding.” Professor Zidd turned to Anthony and said, “Mr. Featherstone is a busy man, but it’s critical that you adjust your work schedules for these two months and take good care of your wife. Having a baby involves two individuals. The following days are extremely important, so I hope that you can accompany Mrs. Featherstone to each of the upcoming appointments.”
I gasped. Just as I was about to ask him to be more lenient on Anthony, he cut me off and replied, “Absolutely!”
For the second time within the same day, I gazed at Anthony in disbelief.
He seemed to have turned over a new leaf after the new year. I could feel a sense of security just by knowing that he was present, even without him saying a word.
I did not interrupt him. Subsequently, Professor Zidd gave Anthony some reminders about diet. It was nothing special, but we were supposed to avoid spicy food and consume more nutritious meals.
Upon collecting the medicines, Anthony brought me home.
During the journey, he received a call. I vaguely heard something like “GW Group,” “Hold him up,” and “I’ll be back soon” before he hung up.
I had only been in Featherstone Corporation for a short period of time and did not recall Anthony had worked with that company before. Casually, I asked him, “Is GW Group a new partner of Featherstone Corporation?”
“Yes, the development of Featherstone Corporation in K City is looking good, but we still need some capital injection from foreign consortia to achieve an ideal state. Based on our partnership criteria, GW is one of the best investment banks on Wall Street. The other party has verbally agreed to this collaboration, but I still need to iron out a few unreasonable requests that they’ve made.”
I did not expect Anthony to share that many details with me. Pursing my lips, I crafted a simple response, “I see. Then, you should leave earlier tomorrow.”
With his hands on the steering wheel, Anthony burst into laughter and teased me, “I see that you’re talking through your pregnancy brain before the baby arrives. Their representative is already waiting for me at the company. Once I send you home, I’ll have to rush there right away.” Stunned, I asked again, “So soon? Aren’t you only going back to work tomorrow?”
He threw a look at me and then continued to focus on the road. “Letty, there are no fixed holidays for a businessman. After all, no one can ever resist a good opportunity. Although Featherstone Corporation is going on steadily, it doesn’t mean that we can rest and relax now. We need to plan strategically to enter a bigger market with larger funds. It’s a dog-eat-dog world out there, and we’ll lose out eventually if we don’t work hard enough.”
I understood his perspective. Featherstone Corporation had developed so well in J City and had also finally stabilized its operations in K City. There was no turning back now, so he could only keep expanding his territories.
“You haven’t had much rest lately.” I felt sorry for Anthony.
The festive season could be very tiring. When he finally had a day of rest, he had to accompany me to travel back and fro between two hospitals in the morning and then rushed to the office to handle some business matters in the afternoon. That man was like a spinning top, constantly working.
Feeling smug, he muttered, “I see that someone is missing her man already. Ahem… Should I cancel the appointment later?”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Stop being so full of yourself. Who misses you? Don’t use me as an excuse if you plan to idle at home instead of working.”
“Hahaha…” Anthony chuckled. I followed suit, but with my face turned the other side, looking out the window.
The sky in K City was typically murky as if it was enveloped with a permanent layer of fog. It gave people an overwhelming dejected feeling.
Professor Zidd said that it would take three months to confirm the possibility of my pregnancy. I couldn’t tell if that’s good or bad news. Anyhow, the treatment process had already commenced.
People always say that the days are long but the years are short. Summer has grown up without us knowing. How long can three months be?
Once these ninety days pass me by and I could still get pregnant, what should my pursuits be?
I was in a daze all the way home.
Since Anthony insisted to walk me to the door, I dragged him inside of the house too.
We could already hear Summer’s voice before entering.
“Xavier, I’ve got lots of allowance. Shall I buy you some candies?”
“Grand Aunt, can Xavier stay here and play with me?”
Seems like Emery and Hunter are here.
Walking into the living room, I caught Emery teasing Summer, “You love Xavier so much, don’t you, Summer? Why don’t you ask your Mommy to deliver you a baby brother?”
Sigh… I approached them while grumbling, “You’re really going all out to persuade me to have a child, aren’t you? I think you should make Professor Zane work harder and give you a number two while you guys are still young.”
As soon as she heard my voice, Summer dashed toward me with a lollipop in her hand. “Mommy!”
Seeing Anthony by my side, she greeted him courteously, “Daddy!”
I picked her up to sit down on the sofa with me. I also took a piece of tissue and wiped off the sugar stains around her lips. “Did you forget that you’ve promised me to only eat lollipops once every two days? Otherwise, too much sugar will lead to cavities.”
Little children could never resist sweets. If I didn’t control her, she wouldn’t know when to stop.
Feeling wronged, Summer pouted her lips. “Grand Aunt gave it to me. She said that kids should enjoy more candies during the festive season.”
Emery chimed in, “It’s no big deal, just one lollipop. Let her enjoy it. You’re going to hinder her development if you continue being a helicopter parent.”
I refuted, “This has got nothing to do with her development. Too much candy is bad for your teeth and skin.”
“Once in a while is all right,” Emery defended herself while Hunter advised her, “That’s enough. Don’t interfere when Sienna is educating her child. You can do the same when you deal with Xavier in the future.”
Emery shrugged her shoulders. “Okay.”
Then, she pointed at Anthony who was still standing, and asked, “Where did you two go? Mrs. Eriksen mentioned that you left super early in the morning.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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