Queen Revenge

Now I’m afraid Selina Versta is really Bella Hill.

With Randy Pan’s paranoid behavior towards Bella Hill, if he knew that Ulysses Will had slept with Selina Versta, then Randy Pan would not let Ulysses Will go.

Things are getting complicated.

Walker Richter hasn’t tracked down Bella Hill either, and I don’t know if he really hasn’t, or if he hasn’t bothered to look at all and is being perfunctory here.

Walker Richter and I were going to go out to the office together when the old Richter family home called and asked me back by name, and by the sound of the old lady’s voice, I was to go alone.

A little apprehensive, I asked Walker Richter, “What did Grandma want to see me about?”

“Go ahead and call me if anything happens.” Walker Richter isn’t worried.

That shouldn’t be a bad thing by the looks of it.

I drove myself to the old mansion, where Mr. Richter’s mother was in an upstairs room and the family doctor was giving her a regular check-up.

I was going to wait downstairs when Fin Wilson told me to go upstairs, saying it was the old lady’s idea.

Frowning, I went upstairs and knocked on the door, and the sound of the old lady’s permission came from inside before I pushed my way in.

“Bella is here.” The old madam changed her previous cold attitude and waved at me with a kind brow, “Come sit here Grandma.”

I froze for a moment walked over and sat down next to Mr. Richter’s mother, “Grandma, how is your health.”

“Fine.” Mr. Richter’s mother laughed, “Doctor Chou just checked Grandma and all indicators are normal.”

Doctor Chou is an old Chinese doctor in his seventies and an old acquaintance of Mr. Richter’s mother.

Doctor Chou greeted me with a smile, “Second Young Lady.”

“Uncle Chou, you can just call me by my name from now on, no need to be so polite.”

Mr. Richter’s mother also said, “Chou, Bella is right, she’s a junior, just call her by her first name, don’t make up all that nonsense.”

Doctor Chou laughed, “Good.”

Mr. Richter’s mother took my hand and said cordially, “Bella, grandma called you here today because she thought that your uncle Chou was here, so that he could give you a look, and try to give us the Richter family a fat boy sooner.”

So it is.

Walker Richter should have known what Mr. Richter’s mother was calling me for before she felt comfortable letting me come.

“Grandma …” I tried to find pretexts.

Mr. Richter’s mother read my mind: “I’ll ask your Uncle Chou to show Tina Deross, too. Grandma is old and buried up to her neck, and she hopes to see more children and grandchildren for the Richter family before she goes into the ground, so that she can enjoy her life. ”

The Richter family was not thin on the ground, and Mr. Richter’s mother was in good health, so I really don’t know why she was so anxious for me and Tina Deross to have children for the Richter family.

Is it because Tina Deross’s daughters Miley & sweetheart are both girls, so the old lady wants a boy?

That being said, I had to agree to let Doctor Chou examine my body.

Home wasn’t convenient and I went to the Doctor Chou clinic with Tina Deross and Joyce Parvis tagged along.

Tina Deross was examined first and the test came back with a cold uterus and a low chance of getting pregnant.

Joyce Parvis was listening right next to her, and when she heard the result, her face looked even worse than Tina Deross’, “Doctor Chou, look more carefully, my daughter-in-law has given birth to one before, and her health is very good, so how come she has uterine cold.”

Doctor Chou stroked his beard, “Mrs. Parvis, don’t be anxious, I’ll prescribe a few pairs of Chinese medicines to regulate the body, this situation is very common, drink my medicine, within a few months on the line, by then you will be able to hold a white and fat grandson.”

“Really?” Joyce Parvis blushed a little better at that and urged Doctor Chou to hurry up with the prescription.

Tina Deross sits on the sidelines, showing little expression the entire time, like she’s an outsider.

Doctor Chou goes to prescribe medication and Joyce Parvis follows to get it, leaving Tina Deross to sit and wait.

Tina Deross suddenly looked up at me, “Do you want to have kids?”

Having a baby is supposed to be between a husband and wife, but in the mansion, it’s a family affair.

Women are more of a tool to make babies.

I know full well that I am too afraid to give Walker Richter children, there is no such thing as wanting to or not wanting to.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Instead of answering, I asked, “What about you?”

I still remember the look on Tina Deross’ face the last time she had a miscarriage and could tell that she didn’t want to have a baby for Ben Richter.

Tina Deross didn’t answer positively either, just said, “There’s been a lot of talk lately about who exactly inherits the Richter Group, and what the old lady means is that whoever has the next boy first will inherit the company.”

I was surprised and didn’t realize that there was a reason for this layer.

No wonder Joyce Parvis’ face just changed when she heard about Tina Deross’ pregnancy difficulties.

I wondered if Walker Richter knew what Mr. Richter’s mother intended, and it was a bit absurd to let me and Tina Deross’s stomachs decide who would be the heir to such a large company.

If Mr. Richter’s mother really made decisions like that, Tina Deross would have been trying to get her to have a baby even if she didn’t want one.

What about me?

Will Walker Richter make me?

Soon after, Joyce Parvis returned with the medication, and she and Tina Deross both went back to the old mansion first, while I wandered down the street alone after my checkup.

My tests came back clean and Doctor Chou prescribed me some pregnancy-friendly medication to keep my mind and body happy.

I wanted to call and hesitate to ask Walker Richter what he meant.

Later, I went to Fiona Croix’s place, she was making lunch at home, I had a key to her house, I opened the door myself and went in, still in the living room I heard her humming a tune, she seemed to be in a good mood.

Just because Fiona Croix can’t talk doesn’t mean she can’t vocalize; she can hum the tune of an entire song, pleasantly enough, but when she’s asked to speak, she can’t get a word out.

“Fiona,” I called out towards the kitchen as I put my handbag down.

A little boy ran out of it, and one look at his eyebrows told him who it was.

No wonder Fiona Croix is in a good mood today.

Fiona Croix followed her out, [Alva, you’re just in time, the food will be ready soon, keep an eye on Ryker for me].

Ryker is only two and a half years old, white and tender, with eyes as dark as black grapes.

“Ryker, let Auntie have a hug.”

I picked up Ryker and asked Fiona Croix, “What’s Ryker doing here?”

[From Jack Astor.]

She hasn’t seen her son since Fiona Croix’s divorce, and Mother Shaw doesn’t allow her to see him either. She misses her son, and all she can do is look at the pictures and weep.

“What does he mean?” I was a little worried if Mother Shaw knew Ryker was here and came running to make a scene again.

Fiona Croix smiled and pinched Ryker’s cheeks, [Whatever he means, as long as I get to see my son, I’m satisfied.]

She’s in a good mood today, so I won’t mention the spoilers.

I held Ryker in the living room to play, the little one is not yet happy, he likes to stick to Fiona Croix, like a follower, wherever Fiona Croix goes, adorable.

When it was time to eat, Ryker also grabbed Fiona Croix’s sleeve with one hand and sat down to dutifully let Fiona Croix feed her.

I stuck my chin out and said, “I envy you for having such a cute son.”

[Hurry up and have one if you like it too.]] Fiona Croix joked: [Your genes are so good, it would be a waste if you don’t contribute to the human race.]

“Who am I going to have a baby with, self-conceived.” I cried and laughed.

[Walker Richter ah.] Fiona Croix was just kidding.

Instead, I was deep in thought.

Maybe it’s because of Mr. Richter’s mother, I’m not sure anymore if Walker Richter really wanted a child the last time he said he wanted one or if it was also about inheritance.

If the latter …

[Alva?] Fiona Croix held her hand in front of my eyes, [What’s the matter with you, soulful, what, you really want to have one with Walker Richter?]