Female Novel
Chapter 1647: Some Rejoice, Some Worry
Chapter 1647: Some Rejoice, Some Worry
Just as Ivan was too lazy to listen and was about to hang up the phone, Jennifer took the phone from
his hand. "Hello, which hospital are you at?"novelbin
Ivan looked at his wife in surprise but didn't interrupt her.
"Okay, we got it," Jennifer ended the call and looked at him. "Darling, Catherine brought this upon
herself, but the child is innocent."
"You..." Ivan's tense face softened, and he averted his gaze, not wanting to show displeasure to his
wife.
Jennifer, being a mother herself, understood the bond between a mother and her child, so she couldn't
bear to see the child suffer.
"I have no intention of dealing with this woman at all!" Ivan said expressionlessly, then he crossed his
arms and turned away.
"I know," Jennifer came to his side and looked at him. "But the child is truly innocent. If the child could
choose, she wouldn't choose Catherine as her mother."
Ivan didn't want to understand the grand principles; he despised Catherine greatly!
"I don't want to see her at all," Ivan smirked coldly. "So whether her child lives or dies, what kind of
person they become in the future, has nothing to do with me."
"..." Jennifer looked at him and fell silent.
He rejected the child, and she didn't want to force him.
So she didn't say anything further. "I understand. It's getting late, let's sleep early."
Jennifer didn't want her goodwill to overflow, and she didn't want any involvement with Catherine. She
didn't even want to see her.
But the child was innocent.
Who could choose their own birth?
Jennifer simply felt sorry for this child who was born and immediately sent to an orphanage. Who knew
how much suffering she would have to endure?
After putting down the phone, Ivan embraced Jennifer as they lay down. He kissed her cheek.
"Goodnight, my dear." His tone softened.
"Goodnight."
She lay on her side, and he held her from behind, just like Tristan holding Monica.
As the moon set and the sun rose, a new day arrived as expected.
The children woke up particularly early today. "Jolly, Jordan, Merry Christmas!" They appeared at the
corner of the staircase.
"Young master, miss, Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas!"
In the morning, everyone who met would proactively say "Merry Christmas" to each other. Everyone's
faces were filled with happiness, and the festive atmosphere was especially strong.
Laughter and joy filled the air, heralding a brand new day and a brand new year.
In a certain bedroom upstairs.
Aubree had just put on new clothes, with only one earring hanging. The phone on the dressing table
rang, and she picked it up. It was an unfamiliar number.
It was strange because very few people knew her phone number, and she rarely received calls from
strangers. Who could it be?
She answered, "Hello? Who is this?"
"Auntie." Catherine had just given birth and her voice was weak. The moment the call connected, her
throat choked up. "Merry Christmas."
"Who are you...?" Aubree couldn't recognize her voice at all.
The woman on the other end of the phone felt a pang in her heart. "I'm Catherine."
Upon hearing that name, Aubree was taken aback. She was somewhat surprised to receive her
greeting early in the morning, but she wasn't pleased.
Aubree's tone was indifferent as she asked, "Do you need something from me?"
Feeling the distance and coldness from Catherine, she held back the voice of her heart being torn
apart.
She spoke again, "Auntie, I'm in the hospital. I've just given birth, and I know prison awaits me. But this
child is innocent. Can you please help me?"
Before she could respond, Catherine cried, "When I'm released, I'll do anything to repay you. I can't
bear to leave her in an orphanage when she's just been born, I'm really worried."
Early in the morning, Aubree's good mood was completely shattered by her words.