Chapter 28

"Good morning, you sleepyhead,"

A calm and soothing voice gently nudged the sleeping beauty, her blonde hair cascading like waves over the man's bare chest where she lay.

"Umm... Just a minute, please," the woman protested, not willing to leave the comforting warmth.

"We have to go to the hospital for your pregnancy test, you know,"

The man reminded her, tenderly caressing her head as her soft, warm body pressed against his, her breath gently warming his chest, and her hair shimmering in the morning sunlight that beckoned him to rise.

"Can't I do it myself?" she asked, continuing to play the game.

"No, it will take eight days for your gonadotropin to release. We'll use modern methods to get an instant result. I want you to believe me and start taking care of yourself," the man explained, his gentle caresses a soothing reassurance.

"Okay, I'll do it. Are you happy now?"

The woman, having heard similar words all night, felt a tinge of irritation. She swiftly rose, knowing well that she couldn't be pregnant this early.

Although she longed for it, to have tangible proof of the love she held for him, even if he didn't reciprocate the feeling.

She was content to have secured a small corner in his heart and hoped that perhaps a child would make him grow fond of her.

They both stood and made their way to the bathroom, but the woman sought a playful compromise for her testing.

In the early hours, the bathroom became a haven of exchanged affection and shared intimacy as it was filled with moans and grunts.

...

Outside a large hospital, luxurious cars adorned the scene, hinting at the affluent nature of the man in question.

"Oh, Mr. Croceus, is your wife alright? How pleasant of you to arrive so early," a doctor greeted, adding a touch of pleasantries as she received the news from the nurses about his arrival.

Many bodyguards stood in orderly lines outside the hospital, respecting the hospital's rules despite their formidable presence, a testament to the man's status.

"Nothing in particular. I just wanted to have my wife's pregnancy test done and also meet Lady Agatha,"

He explained, prompting a slight narrowing of Lisia's eyes, puzzled about who this Lady Agatha was and why her husband desired a meeting.

"Of course, please, Mrs. Croceus, come with me. It will be a quick procedure," the doctor said, bowing and leading Lisia for her test.

After some time, in a spacious doctor's office filled with an aura of excitement, the doctor couldn't hide her smiles.

"Congratulations, Mr. Croceus, you're going to be a father, and it's a boy," she announced, revealing every detail. Lisia couldn't believe what she was hearing until a warm hand comforted her.

"Thank you, Doctor," he replied, standing before taking his surprised wife out of the cabin. He gestured to the doctor not to follow them, as he wanted to keep this moment private.

Despite the doctor's wish to extend her pleasantries, she decided not to intrude and remained in her cabin for the whole day.

....

"I-i..."

Lisia stammered, struggling to find the right words. Her mind, unique and perceptive, pieced together the puzzle, revealing that her husband was no ordinary man.

She paused, causing the man to look at her, slightly confused, before she tightly hugged him.

Now understanding how she regained her chastity, how her incurable disease had been cured, his approach in the desolate country, and now her quick pregnancy, fear washed over her.

It was not fear of her husband being abnormal; it was the fear of losing him. She knew that sometimes things that felt otherworldly could vanish, and she feared he might disappear one day, not belonging to this world.

She resolved to give her all to him, even if he were to leave someday. She wanted to create memories with him, something he would remember, even if they were just fragments.

"Hey, what's the matter? Didn't I tell you I'm going to be a father?" the man chuckled, embracing her.

"Thank you, Lisia. You don't know what you've given me. It's the most precious thing to me," he continued. His entire plan depended on this child. The child had become one of the most vital aspects of all the upcoming events he had planned.

Lisia's eyes widened before relaxing, snuggling into his chest, feeling happiness flood through her. She had wanted a child for some time now, as if she felt a void that could only be filled by having a child—*her child*. She lightly touched her belly, chuckling.

In that vast corridor, the embrace of these two individuals filled the entire space with a kind of love and affection.

Their goals might have been different, but at the end of the day, their paths were the same, and that was all that mattered. Sharing a path with someone precious was what people called love. After all, the goal is nothing but a peaceful slumber.

...

"Jeorge, don't bully her," the boy's mother scolded, though he couldn't help but think, 'Isn't she the one bullying me?' He glanced towards the infant, his younger sister, who seemed to have a mischievous glint in her eyes as she held onto his white hair, giggling.

The little infant held her brother's hair with determination, thinking, 'This is what you deserve, you rascal. Just wait a bit longer, and I'll repay every bit of torment you gave me.' She used her mother as a shield, having already devised numerous plans to give her brother a taste of his own medicine from their previous life.

"Hehe, she really likes you, Jeorge," the woman observed, delight evident in her eyes as she watched her children interact, finding happiness in their growing bond and playful squabbles.

"I guess Jeorge is bullying his sister,"

A man remarked, catching the woman's attention.

He was accompanied by another woman whose beauty was captivating, with her flowing blonde hair and mesmerizing emerald eyes, making her look like an enchanting beauty.

"Oh, Mr. Avendial, welcome. My husband has been occupied with the deal you've assisted us with lately; I hope you don't mind,"

The woman added some formalities, addressing the Man. She wanted to ensure there was no room for misunderstanding, and she skillfully handled the situation by subtly mentioning her husband's name to give the impression that he had come to meet him.

Unaware that Lisia had seen through her handling of the situation, a slight smile adorned Lisia's face as she continued, "Nice to meet you, Lady Agatha. My husband has spoken highly of your competence, but now, seeing you in person, I realize he forgot to mention how beautiful you are."

Agatha was slightly surprised by the woman's words; it was natural that Lisia's husband wouldn't provide such detailed descriptions of others.

However, Lisia's tactful approach left her with an impression that they were indeed a well-matched couple.

"What's the matter with you?"

Jeorge looked at his sister, who had frozen while holding his hair, her gaze fixed on the woman with blonde hair and emerald eyes, reminding her of someone—Lin Feng. But she knew Lin Feng's mother had passed away when he was young, and also about this man who seemed to hold significant importance. She couldn't recall anyone named Avendial from her previous life.

Unaware of all the thoughts swirling in the room, a slight smile graced the man's face as he accomplished the purpose of his visit.

Despite his immense wealth, bringing him to a hospital seemed unusual. He could easily create hundreds of such hospitals with his fortune.

However, the smile he wore was due to a thought that had crossed his mind the day before.

'What do you think?'

[Human, your suspicion is correct. She has glimpses of her future memories. Mordessa is indeed in a tight spot.]

With just those words, the man slightly closed his eyes, then reopened them, looking at the infant who was busy evaluating Lisia.

"Guess it will be fun,"

He mused, a glint passing through his eyes.

Yesterday,while contemplating his future plans, a thought struck him—what if celestial beings could manipulate vessels?

He knew they couldn't influence destiny entirely. They couldn't directly power boost any vessel, as it would require a vast amount of divine energy.

His mind pondered on what if they gave vessels a inkling of what is to come and to confirm that suspicion, he brought Lisia here as for a heroine, the closest character will always be a hero.

Observing the child's reactions, his doubts were cleared, and he added his next target to his list. He glanced at his wife, who was deeply engrossed in those little blue eyes that seemed to look at her.

He made his way towards the child.

"May I?" he asked the child's mother, who nodded happily.

He lifted the small child, a weight almost negligible.

"Hello, baby. Who's the cute one here?"

He playfully cooed, using sweet words while gently playing with the child. This sudden display of tenderness from the man, who had seemed domineering, shocked both women.

For the infant, it was more like, 'Did he just tease me?' and what was with that tone? 'Yuck, mother, reprimand this man and help me,' it seemed to plead, making others believe it was happily giggling to the man's words.

The only one who was fully aware was the man himself, understanding the embarrassment the child must be feeling.

"Husband, you can't have all the fun alone; give me a turn,"

Lisia exclaimed, looking at her husband happily playing with the child, her hidden motherly instinct awakening.

"Oh, why not, but don't forget to coo her more as she seems to like it," Lisia smiled before taking the child into her arms, ready to engage in a playful cooking session with the little one.

As the child, nearly exhausted from all the playing, heard Lisia's gentle words, "I hope you will take care of my upcoming child,"

Something sparked within her tiny brain. She looked blankly at Lisia, contemplating, before nodding.

After all, her mother was alive because of this man; she could at least take care of the upcoming baby, right?

"Oh my, she nodded! Does she understand what I say?" Lisia, slightly surprised by the sudden reaction of the child, looked towards Agatha and inquired.

"Yes, she understands everything,"

Agatha confirmed, empathizing with the child's exhaustion and how Lisia's words might have felt like a barrage of childish chatter to her little genius.

Lisia, realizing how the child might have been irritated by her constant mumbling, glared playfully at her husband, knowing he must have known this already and perhaps wanted to make her appear foolish in front of the baby.

She made a mental note to take revenge on him during tonight's session.

Understanding her intentions, the man averted his gaze and turned towards Jeorge, who was overwhelmed by the sudden attention.

"Jeorge, I want you to stay in country A, learn from here, gain insight about business, and broaden your horizons. I will personally teach you," he declared, his words echoing through the room like thunder.

"Husband, that's..." Lisia began to speak, but Agatha intervened.

"Mr. Avendial, I don't want to make things difficult for you further," she added, feeling a mixture of overwhelming emotions.

This man didn't reach such heights in the business world by doing nothing; he was exceptional. If he personally taught her son, she couldn't ask for anything more, but it was just too overwhelming.

"Lady Agatha, I have unofficially retired from the business world. My wife now handles all my duties, and after our child is born, I want to teach him and Jeorge together," he explained with a stern voice, dropping the bombshell of his retirement and the handover of his empire to his wife. It became evident that this woman was far from simple and Agatha started to see Lisia in a new light.

As she Looked towards her son who seems to excited too as his eyes was glowing with anticipation to learn for this very man, she sighed

"Ok, then hope you will take care of my son well, Mr Avendial"

After some brief talk both took their leave.

....

[Human, why did you choose that vessel to teach?]

The man slightly narrowed his gaze, contemplating the question.

'After confirming my suspicions about Amelia, I realized that the more they lose in bets, the more relentless they'll become. I need to corner them. What do you think they'll be most certain about while betting in all upcoming events?'

Hearing his words, the cat tilted its head, waiting for him to explain further.

'Sigh... of course, protagonist killing the antagonist," he sighed before elaborating, "It won't be their first loss; they will lose many times. To manage all their losses, they'll go all out in the last bet, which they'll be most certain about.'

The cat comprehended the meaning behind the man's words, understanding his foresight. It began calculating the upcoming events, envisioning a scenario where those beings would go all out to recover everything in the final bet.