Chapter 9

The doctor chuckled, assuming they were just an overly affectionate couple. "The baby has an equal chance of resembling either parent. There's no way to guarantee which way it'll go."

"Is there anything that might increase the odds?" Alistair pressed.

"Not really," the doctor shook his head, then seemed to remember something.' Eating fruits and drinking milk might help."

Satisfied with this answer, Alistair's tense expression finally relaxed. He immediately pulled out his phone and ordered everything the doctor had mentioned.

"I'll have the housekeeper prepare these for you every day," he told Vivian. "Make sure you eat them."

Vivian looked puzzled, not understanding why he was so obsessed with whether the baby would look like its mother or father. She pouted dramatically.

"Every single day? But Alistair, I can barely keep anything down as it is..."

remained fixed,"For

back from the door. Moments later, it swung open,

"Must be hard seeing

in the air, but after what she'd just overheard, Elaine couldn't help but let out a small, bitter

how pathetic her situation truly was-Alistair wasn't caring

funny?" Vivian snapped, her face flushing. Behind her,

he froze momentarily before his expression hardened. He grabbed her arm and

demanded in a low voice. "Once she delivers the baby,

but Elaine no longer had the energy to defend herself. She just

was different, but he couldn't place what. "I thought you

to give you something," Elaine replied, starting to hold out

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