From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 126 The Prospect of Another Child

Kelvin held his silence, refusing to reveal the truth. He feared the old man might succumb to a stroke from sheer fury or, at the very least, lapse into a hypertensive coma for several days. "Gramps," he began, his words measured, "why do you place such importance on this child? I'll have children someday."

The old man bristled at his comment. "Someday, someday... Will I even live to see that day? By the time you have them, I'll be six feet under and dead to the world!"

"Perhaps I could send you their photos?" Kelvin suggested.

"You!" The old man clutched at his chest, "You're trying to give me a heart attack! Kelvin, can't you just fulfill this one small wish of mine properly?"

Lily attempted to soothe the old man's distress. "What matters is that you take care of yourself. They're still in the operating room, no news yet. Don't frighten yourself."

"But didn't you hear what Kelvin said!"

"That wasn't the doctor speaking," Lily countered, "We should wait for the surgery to conclude."

Then, feigning concern, she inquired, "What happened to Penelope? Wasn't she doing well? We've been sending her all sorts of supplements, so why is she in surgery?"

"She's not meant to have this child," Kelvin answered dryly.

The old man, irate at his remark, retorted, "What do you mean 'not meant to'? This child was destined for the Davis family, how could you question that fate?"

"Grandpa, I understand your desire to hold your great-grandchildren. Once Penelope's health improves, we'll try again. It's as simple as that."

He paused before adding, "If all goes well, it could happen this year."

The Davis family was affluent. They could afford the best doctors, nannies, and all sorts of postnatal care to ensure Penelope's optimal health. Kelvin was in his prime. So, getting pregnant would be a piece of cake. His child would undoubtedly be LA's finest heir or socialite.

"How can you be so indifferent, showing no signs of distress?" The old man sensed something was amiss. "That's your child, don't you feel anything?"

Kelvin remained silent, his eyes fixed on the clock. The doctor had estimated the surgery would take about an hour - time was almost up. Meanwhile, Lily was internally perplexed, finding it impossible to decipher the situation.

Even if Kelvin detested Penelope, even if he considered her his enemy's daughter, the child was his flesh and blood. They say even beasts don't devour their young. So why was Kelvin showing no emotion? It appeared he was truly ruthless, indifferent even to his own offspring. No wonder he could rule the Davis family - it takes a heart of ice and a will of steel to stand atop the mountain of power. Lily mused, her own son needed to learn this decisive ferocity!

on second thought... he decided against it. Speaking up now would only diminish Penelope's place in the old man's heart. He still had plans for her, considering her unique situation. Lily almost laughed, but she had to suppress it so as not to draw attention, which left her with a rather awkward

just isn't cut out for it," the old man conceded as he rose to his feet. "I better head back. Sitting here

man, maybe you should wait, just in case, you know?" Kelvin

case'

"It'll be any

to leave without hearing "we couldn't save Penelope's baby" directly from the doctor. Only then

room went out.

operating room clicked open, and the doctor emerged, removing his

off and went straight to

course, the old man couldn't hear, "The surgery was a

the baby," the doctor immediately corrected himself, "Mr. Davis, don't be too disheartened... You and Mrs.

you're on novi L5s.com for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away,

proper rest and recovery," the doctor explained, "She should stay in the

that, the

stood rooted to

no joy. Instead, there was a heavy sense of loss, panic, helplessness... It was as

and it was this thought that brought on these emotions. His heartbeat quickened, and he pressed his hand to his

no idea that what he had lost was the most important thing in his

doors swung wide open.

on it, her hair disheveled, an IV needle in the back of her

hand, feeling its icy

old man's sigh echoed

room

He was going to stay by Penelope's

"Hello?" "Mr. Davis," Ryan asked

noon. When are you coming into

today," came

"Uh... okay."