Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 267

"Ms. Xyla, these photos are taken after you sent me to follow Heaton."

With her fingers with red nail polish, Xyla took the pile of photos. The eyes of the man in the photos looked fierce, and he pushed Verian away many times. The way he looked at Verian was extremely cold.

The man in the photos was definitely not Heaton. He was another personality of Heaton.

Hmph, one day, Verian would know how serious and terrible Heaton's illness was!

...

Early the next morning, Verian woke up in Heaton's arms.

When she woke up, Heaton also woke up.

She looked at him subconsciously. "Heaton?"

"Yes, I'm Heaton."

Verian breathed a sigh of relief.

"Under what circumstances will your personality change?"

"I don't know very well, but when I get irritated, or when my body suffers great damage and is very weak, the other personalities will take advantage of it and occupy my body. However, I'm not clear about the specific conditions."

Verian moved and wanted to get up, but Heaton pulled her back. "What do you want to do?"

"I'm going to make breakfast for you. What if your body is weak and other personalities take advantage of it?"

Heaton hugged her in his arms and rubbed the top of her head. He closed his eyes. "Sleep a little longer."

Verian looked at him, and her fingers gently traced his face.

...

Rarely, Heaton had a sound sleep.

When he woke up, it was a quarter past ten. The person in his arms was gone.

He walked to the kitchen downstairs and saw Verian coming out with breakfast. "Hurry up and freshen up yourself. I've just made breakfast."

After washing his face and rinsing his mouth well, Heaton saw a table of sumptuous breakfast. He said playfully, "Mrs. Fudd, I'm not as weak as you think."

Verian handed him a bowl of lean meat porridge. "Taste my food."

Heaton raised his eyebrows and used a spoon to eat the lean meat porridge. He paused slightly.

Looking at him with anticipation, Verian asked, "Is it delicious? I cooked it for more than an hour. The umami taste should have come out."

"Hm, it tastes good."

“Really?"

Verian also tasted it herself. The porridge had not yet reached her throat, and her eyebrows frowned. "How come it's so salty!"

However, Heaton, who was sitting opposite of her, was eating the bowl of porridge calmly.

"It's so salty. Don't eat it. Have some sandwiches!"

Nevertheless, Heaton quickly finished the bowl of salty porridge. "Mrs. Fudd got up early in the morning to make me a lovely breakfast. If I don't eat it, I would be wasting Mrs. Fudd's love."

Verian's ears became slightly red. "You eat something else. It's too salty. It'll make your mouth dry later."

Heaton gave her a deep glance with his black eyes. He said, "After finishing your meal, follow me somewhere."

"Where?"

"It's confidential."

Heaton deliberately mystified it, holding Verian’s curiosity in suspense.

"So mysterious!"

...

As Heaton brought Verian to a high-end bridal shop, Verian was stunned.

"Why did you bring me to a bridal shop?"

"To pick a wedding dress."

He spoke briefly and firmly.

Heaton helped her unfasten her seat belt and they got out of the car. He hugged her asthey entered the bridal shop.

Verian did not expect Heaton to suddenly take her to a bridal shop to choose a wedding dress.

The shop assistant was particularly enthusiastic. "Mr. Fudd and Mrs. Fudd, what style do you like? We can recommend something."

Heaton lowered his eyes and looked at her gently. He asked softly, "What do you like?"

Verian blushed. After thinking about it, she said, "Something simple."

"Alright. What do you think about this one, Mrs. Fudd?"

"It looks good."

"Mrs. Fudd might as well try it on to see how it looks?"

Verian followed the shop assistant to the dressing room. Wedding dresses were difficult to wear. After a long while, she was not done. The shop assistant went to knock on the door, asking, "Mrs. Fudd, can you let me in to assist you?"

"Oh, alright."

The shop assistant was about to enter the dressing room, but Heaton moved his long legs and came over. He made a squealing gesture with his index finger.

The shop assistant was shocked, smiled shadily and walked away.

Heaton went straight into the dressing room and closed the door.

Verian was facing him with her back, reaching out her hand to fasten the band behind her. She fastened it so many times but failed to do so.

Heaton did not make a sound and reached out to help her fasten it.

His cold fingertips slid through her back muscles indistinctly. She thought it was the shop assistant. "Don't fasten it too tightly."

"Hm."

A man's voice made a sound.

Verian immediately looked back, only to see Heaton's handsome face with a cunning smile.

"Why did you come in?"

Redness quickly conquered her face.

"Mr. Fudd is personally serving Mrs. Fudd. Is Mrs. Fudd satisfied?"

Verian was shy and pushed him out.

“On your leg... There... There's blood."

Heaton's eyes sank. He lowered his head and looked at it, only to see Verian's pants stained with bright red blood.

Only now Verian felt something. Her stomach was hurting.

Realizing the cause of the bleeding, Heaton carried Verian and immediately left the bridal shop.

Along the way, Heaton drove the car at lightning speed.

Huddling herself on the front passenger seat, Verian held her belly. "Heaton, I feel a little pain. Will something bad happen to our child?"

"It won't be. We'll arrive at the hospital very soon!”

After reaching the hospital, Verian was wheeled into the operating room.

About half an hour later, a doctor came out from the operating room. He said, “Mr. Fudd, Mrs. Fudd's bleeding has stopped. However, it's very difficult to keep this child. She might bleed again. Moreover, Mrs. Fudd current progesterone levels are too low. Although the child is safe for now, it's very hard to..."

The doctor paused his words and pushed his glasses. It seemed difficult for him to bring the matter up.

Pursing his lips, Heaton said, "If you wanna say something, just fire away."

"The child is not old in terms of months now, and it isn’t fully developed yet. I think that it's better to abort this child. This way, the damage to the adult's body is minimum. Mr. Fudd and Mrs. Fudd are still so young. You can wait for Mrs. Fudd to improve her health and have more children in the future."

Heaton's heart thudded. "What is the probability of successfully keeping this child?"

"About 20 percent. The situation is not very promising. Mrs. Fudd had the signs of early miscarriage many times already."

Heaton gritted his teeth, and his Adam's apple bobbed. His eyes looked as if he was restraining his emotions, and he said, "I'll go in and see her."

"Alright! You can discuss it."

After entering the hospital ward, Verian moved and wanted to sit up.

"Don't move."

Pressing her shoulders down, Heaton sat by her side.

Worried, Verian asked, "Heaton, what did the doctor say?"

Due to the injection just now, her sleeves were folded. As it was still unfolded, Heaton looked at it. Her skin was very fair, and her cuticle was very thin. Usually, if she was pinched or kissed, there would be a trace there. Now, the spot where the gestoral Injection took place looked blue.

Gently, Heaton unfolded her sleeves. His deep gaze locked onto her, and he said, "Riana, can we not keep this child?"

Verian's watery eyes trembled and became red-rimmed instantly. "W… Why not?"

"You're in such poor health that you can't keep the baby. Rather than being scared and continuously worried, we'd better wait for your health to improve. We can have another child in the future."

"No... He has been in my stomach for about three months. I can’t bear to give him up. I would rather try it first. I don't want to give up..."

Tears spilled from her eyes, and she was sobbing. Heaton rested on her forehead and comforted her with a deep voice. "In order to keep this child, you may need to have a lot of injections and a lot of medicines. Maybe, even after all these sufferings, you would still be unable to keep the baby. Riana, be obedient. We're not keeping this child."

"Heaton... How can you do this... This is also your child..."

"But, I care more about your health."

Verian's emotions had nowhere to be vented out, so she punched her fists on his shoulders. She sobbed and said, "Why don't you let me try... I'm willing to take injections... as long as we can keep the child... Heaton... Let's not give up on this child, please?"

However, Heaton's attitude was very determined. Touching her hair, he said, "Riana, be obedient."

"No... I promise, I'll be very careful in the future! I won't let myself get into any more accidents! We can surely keep this child! Heaton... Please... Let's not give up on him, can we…?"