Mommy，We Got a Husband by Doris

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 Who's the Children’s Father?


In the maternity ward of the hospital.

"Spread your legs a bit more, wider!" The pain deep within caused Stellan Storm to shiver uncontrollably. Seeing the beads of sweat on her forehead and her pained expression, the doctor was considerate, comforting her, "The birthing process

is quite painful. Just hang in there."

"Okay." She nodded through the pain.

"Yes, I must!" Encouraging herself aloud.

Just a month ago, Storm's Group went bankrupt. Her father took his own life in despair, and overnight, she went from being a privileged heiress to a girl drowning in debt.

When creditors cornered her with nowhere to run, Mrs. Marigold appeared like a saving angel in her time of need, "My son was severely injured and has been in a coma for two years, still not awakening. We need a girl with a clean family history to be a surrogate and give us an heir. In exchange, I will settle all of your family's debts."

The woman's terms were clear; if she gave birth to their child, then she had to leave and promise never to make contact again.

Those were the conditions set by Mrs. Marigold, and Stellan was in no position to refuse.

they hoped for, with

prenatal care for

a nauseating tonic, Mrs. Marigold nodded in satisfaction, "You must follow the dietary plan. It's for

into the family for some time now, and I'm carrying children. I still haven't seen my husband, but my morning sickness is over, and given my medical background, I can

her to see her husband, nor did she ever mention anything about him. His existence was a

"Once he awakens, you'll meet him. For

it because his injuries were too gruesome, or because his appearance was frightful? Was Mrs. Marigold afraid she'd flee

Bearing triplets, she required a cesarean delivery. Mrs. Marigold had arranged for the surgery at three in the afternoon. As the operation time approached, Mrs. Marigold's absence and a twinge of pain in her

Moments later...

"Bang."

open, and Mrs. Marigold burst out

silenced by

you for such a conniving snake!"

was utterly perplexed, "Mom, what are you talking

to ask?" Mrs. Marigold was seething as

a paternity test comparing her vegetative son's DNA with that of the child she

at her in bold letters so stark that it sent Stellan

one else. How can these babies not be his? There must be

squirm your way out of it!" Mrs. Marigold was beside herself with rage, lunging forward

dropped to her knees, a flow of liquid signaling

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