Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks by Caspian Wood

Chapter 592 75% +23) At the entrance of the obstetrics and gynecology ultrasound room at Betrico Hospital, Morris stood by the wall, glaring at a large poster that read, "Gentlemen, please stop here." He clearly wasn't happy. He glanced over at Hugh, who was standing behind him, helping carry sthings. "Who decided this? The woman who just went in is my wife. What privacy could there possibly be? Even her husband can't go in with her?" Hugh, who was still single and had no experience with such matters, awkwardly scratched his head. "Mr. Chivers, I don't know about this either. I'm even less experienced than you." But he tried to offer sinsight, "I think it's because they're worried that the dad might startle the baby during the ultrasound." Morris stared at him, his frustration growing. "I... You... Forget it." He sat down on a nearby bench, clearly anxious. But he couldn't stay seated for long; soon he was pacing back and forth at the door.

Hugh shook his head as he watched Mr. Chivers. "Mr. Chivers, I advise you to relax a little. If you're this nervous just for Mrs. Chivers's first ultrasound, what will you do when the tcomes? "My mom toldthat giving birth isn't easy, and you'll probably pass out from anxiety outside the delivery room.

"I don't see anyone else as anxious as you are. Besides, Mrs. Chivers is a doctor; she has experience with this. Pregnant women need a relaxing environment." After Hugh finished speaking, Morris shot him a glare. If they hadn't been life-or-death brothers for years, Hugh would've been dead by now.

But Hugh's words had touched on the very thing Morris was afraid of.

He knew all too well what childbirth meant for a woman, especially from the experience of his own mother, Hilda. After giving birth to him, she died from complications caused by excessive bleeding. At that moment, he couldn't help but feel an irrational fear creeping over him.

Just as these thoughts swirled in his mind, the ultrasound room door opened with a soft "click," and Cherise emerged, holding an A4 sheet of paper and smiling.

Hugh was the first to speak, “Mrs. Chivers, you're finally out! If you hadn't cout soon, Mr. Chivers would've been in a panic." Cherise immediately understood. She saw the concern on Morris's face and knew exactly what he was worried about.

"Cherise, you're finally out." Morris took her hand with a sense of relief, as if a heavy weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

Cherise nodded, tilting her head up to look at him. "What's wrong, soon-to-be dad? "Look, this is our first meeting with the baby. Just a tiny little thing, but the heartbeat and the embryonic bud have already formed, and it's very healthy. See, this is the shape of the gestational sac. It's oval." Her soothing words made Morris's anxiety melt away.

Morris looked at the A4 paper Cherise was holding and softly said, “Letsee. Just like you, as cute as you." Behind them, Hugh was totally confused, his face scrunched in disbelief. From his angle, all he could see was a small black dot, pitch black. 'How could that possibly look like her?' he wondered.

But he didn't dare say anything. Mr. Chivers was finally calm, so as long as he was happy, that was all that mattered.

1/3 12:39 Sat, 22 Feb M Chapter 592 75% $23) Cherise spoke up, laughing, "Where's the resemblance? It's just a little black dot. You won't be able to see the outline clearly until the next ultrasound." At that, both of them laughed softly, their joy as new parents radiating from them as they stood there by the door to the ultrasound room.

*** After meeting with a Gavorian diplomat, Arthur returned to his office with Mateo. He had just sat down to drink his coffee when his personal phone, which had been placed on the desk, began ringing.

He glanced at the screen, and saw an unmarked number.

This phone was known only to his family, and no one else had access to it. Even those who did know it couldn't get through due to its special encryption technology.

"Sir, not going to answer? Who could it be? Regular people can't get through to your phone," Mateo said, glancing at the screen as he stood in front of Arthur.

Arthur stared at the phone screen for a moment, then, just as the call was about to end, he picked up the phone and quickly answered, "Hello, who's this?" The person on the other end of the line seemed momentarily stunned by the voice and wasn't sure how to respond right away.

Not hearing any reply on the other end and sensing the hesitation, Arthur let out a small "heh," and continued, "It's fine. I'm listening. You can speak whenever you're ready." His tone and calm demeanor were in sharp contrast to the authoritative, commanding image one might expect from someone in power, which caused a slight delay on the other end.

After a few seconds, a voice finally responded, "Your tone is so calm, I don't believe it. This must be a wrong number, right?" Just as the person seemed ready to hang up, Arthur spoke again, “It's me. I'm Arthur. You didn't dial the wrong number." "Ah? You didn't dial the wrong number? My apologies, I thought your voice would sound more...imposing. I didn't expect it to be so...

"Well, so calm and patient," the person on the other end of the phone said, sounding somewhat puzzled, and quickly tried to explain.

Before Arthur could respond, the person added, "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Claire, Hank's mother." "I know," Arthur replied right away.

Claire felt a little embarrassed at this point. "Well, you knew? I-I didn't expect that. Hank said only a few people can get through to you. He did stechnical work to make it happen. I didn't think it would actually work." Hearing Claire's laughter, Arthur chuckled softly, "Mm."

Since the cat was out of the bag, Claire decided to get to the point. "Mr. Arthur, hello. It's like this the child's hello. It's like growing up, and you've both recognized each other. If nothing unexpected happens, you'll probably settle here in Betrico. "Given your special status, there are sthings, smisunderstandings from back then, that I think I need to explain to you.

"I was wondering if you have tnow, and if I can discuss this with you over the phone?" Arthur immediately responded, "Let's meet and talk. It's not something that can be explained over the phone." 2/3 Sat, 22 Feb MO Chapter 592 * 75% When Arthur said this, his words conveyed a sense of authority that made it feel impossible to refuse, and certainly not something one would dare decline.

On the other end, Claire was taken aback for a moment. "Ah? Oh, okay, You're busy, so the tand place will be up to you. I'll work with your schedule."

Arthur seemed to think for a moment, then lightly tapped his desk twice. "How about tomorrow evening? I'l have someone pick you up. Is tomorrow evening convenient for you?" “Mm-hmm, I'm free anytime," Claire responded.

"Alright, then. Let's meet and talk,” said Arthur.

Once the twas confirmed, both of them hung up the phone.

Mateo, who had been standing in front of Arthur the entire time, watching him finish the call, quietly asked, "Sir, if I may ask, who was that?" Arthur, who had already returned to his work, looked up at Mateo for a moment before lowering his gaze again. In a calm, flat tone, he replied, "My son's mother."