The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Bruce saw that she wasn’t very happy, gently leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead, smiling, “The baby looks a lot like you!”

Lindsey laughed and looked sideways at the baby in the crib.

The little one was sleeping sweetly, and her skin was so red that she couldn’t tell who she looked like.

The wound still hurt after the surgery, Lindsey lay quietly, some strange and familiar images flashed in her mind from time to time.

She remembered when she was first pregnant, Bruce’s happy to crazy look, remembered the first maternity checkup, the two saw the baby ultrasound photo, sweet and happy excitement.

The first time he saw the baby’s ultrasound photo, he was so excited and happy.

Bruce thought she was tired and fell asleep and didn’t care much, but after a while he realized something was wrong and immediately urged the driver to speed up.

When they arrived at Nine Lakes Mountain, Dr. Hunter and others were already on standby, and the first thing they did was to carry Lindsey out of the car and transfer her to the sterile ward they had prepared early.

“How is the situation?” Old Mr. Grant didn’t look too good, looking at the sleeping Lindsey with worried eyes. “Should we ask Master Roy to come over and take a look.”

“Not for now.” Bruce tensed his brows, his face taut. “Just after the birth of a child body is relatively weak, rest two days will be fine.”

Old Mr. Grant nodded and followed behind the nurses with his hands behind his back, watching them bring the baby inside.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Finally, the baby was born safely, but Lindsey’s body was still a big problem.

At the same time, Kaley went to see Old Mr. Grant at the Royal Garden with the ginseng she bought from abroad, and realized that something was wrong when she arrived and found that no one was there.

Old Mr. Grant is often absent from the mountain, which is fine. But Aidan and his wife were also absent, and logistics did not know where they had gone, so there was a problem.

Could it be that Lindsey had given birth?

Kaley’s eyes flashed and he called the military hospital immediately after leaving the garden.

The other side didn’t even know how many surgeries the obstetrics department had received.

After hanging up the phone, Kaley thought left and right and finally decided to go to Nine Lakes Mountain herself.

She had a strong intuition that Lindsey had already given birth to her baby and was probably on the mountain right now!

On the way, she took the time to call Burton and asked him to find Lindsey and get ready to enter the Grant Group to take over part of The Grant family’s business.

“You’ve said this a million times, and it hasn’t turned out to be true any of the times.” Burton didn’t take kindly to her words. “It’s been years.”

Kaley was angry, and her son’s lack of success was also a matter of irritation, and could not help but scold: “This time it is absolutely true, you do not care about anything, just do what I say.”

Burton did not deny it, but repeatedly promised that he would do as he was told and get it done this time.

Kaley was satisfied with his statement, hung up the phone and immediately fell back into contemplation.

Lindsey gave birth to such a big event, there is no reason why I have not heard anything about it, is Old Mr. Grant deliberately trying to hide it from himself, or Lindsey did not give birth at all.

If she hadn’t, she would have gone to Nine Lakes Mountain, and Old Mr. Grant would have been furious …

The car pulled over to the side of the road, she thought about it again, took out her cell phone to call Hailie.

It’s not convenient for me to come forward, but others can!

Here, Hailie didn’t know her intention. She readily agreed to go.

Kaley, with a wily smile on his lips, started the car and headed for grant group. Bruce has been missing for such a long time, but she doesn’t believe it. Cary, they have no selfishness.

The road has been paved to the foot, the son missed again, this time may really be a failure.

The day is getting darker, and after a few hours of sleep, Lindsey woke up quietly.

The baby was still sleeping, tiny eyebrows furrowed into a ball, lying in the crib with each other. lindsey rolled her eyes in bewilderment, her eyes focused on Bruce, and her throat opened dryly.

“Awake?” Bruce reached out and gently rubbed his hand over her forehead, curving his lips gently. “Are you uncomfortable anywhere?”

“What’s wrong with me?” Lindsey grabbed his hand and slowly sat up. “Where is it?”

Bruce painfully helped her sit up, got up and went to pour a cup of warm water over, took a spoon and fed her a sip, explaining calmly, “This is home, no one will ever hurt you or the baby again.”

Lindsey nodded and closed her eyes tiredly.

It was late in the night when she woke up again, the baby was crying her heart out, and Bruce was scrambling to get ready to breastfeed with his sister-in-law.

“Give me the baby.” Lindsey propped herself up on the mattress and sat up, looking lovingly at the starving babies.

The two little ones had eaten several times since they were born, and it was painful to watch Lindsey.

The children were picked up and Lindsey asked Bruce while feeding them, which one was the older brother.

“The left is the big baby, the right is the little one.” Bruce pursed his lips and said, “Grandpa said to wait for you to recover some before naming them and entering the family tree.”

Lindsey looked up at him and suddenly smiled as a familiar ad phrase flashed through her mind.

“What’s wrong?” Bruce saw her laughing with an odd face and couldn’t help but be curious. “Is it bad?”

“No, it’s a jingle that came to mind.” Lindsey lowered her eyes, looking tenderly at the baby in her arms, and blurted out without thinking. “I thought you had picked another name.”

Bruce’s heart shook slightly, thinking she had remembered something, and his gaze on her became unusually excited. “Lindsey?”

“What’s wrong?” Lindsey raised her eyes in amusement. “You’re lazy and you’re not letting anyone talk about it?”

He didn’t stop people from talking … Bruce laughed twice and took a tissue to wipe her sweat.

After feeding the baby, Lindsey was also hungry and asked him if he had anything to eat in a sultry voice.

“You wait, I’ll go get Dr. Hunter right away.” Bruce patted his head and ran out of the ward like a gust of wind.

This person … Lindsey blinked breathlessly, turned his head, smiling at the well-fed pair of sons.

The skin on the little one is still red, can’t tell who it looks like. Xu is not full enough to eat, the little mouth is still to the air, sucking hard, cute people do not want.

This is her son … Lindsey closed her eyes in satisfaction and opened them again.

I don’t know what kind of name grandpa is going to give them, don’t be too complicated, otherwise when they go to elementary school, just writing the name is enough to cry.

After thinking about it for a while, Lindsey couldn’t resist sitting up and looking into the crib.

The eldest baby is better behaved and does not move much in his sleep. The little baby’s two little hands are always moving around, there is no time to be honest.

One military and the other civil… Somehow, these four words suddenly flashed through my mind. Lindsey rubbed his temples and felt black again.

It’s strange that after giving birth to a baby, she will always think of some familiar things inadvertently, but once she wants to think carefully, her head will hurt as if it was about to crack.

Could it be that she once lost her memory?

Thinking about this possibility, Lindsey lost all sleep and her back was drenched in cold sweat.

She is basically sure that she has lost part of her memory. Otherwise, she wouldn’t feel so unfamiliar with this place, wouldn’t see her grandfather but feel like she didn’t know him.

Patting her head, Lindsey searched her memory hard, trying to find what part of her memory she had lost. …

In the first floor living room, Bruce watched Dr. Hunter nervously, waiting patiently for the results.

Lindsey had only just finished her surgery, and he didn’t dare to give her food privately if conditions didn’t allow it.

Although it hurts her, her health is the most important thing!

Dr. Hunter asked the nurse about Lindsey’s condition throughout the day and agreed to let her eat some liquid food.

Bruce was overjoyed and immediately ordered the logistics to be prepared.

After sending Dr. Hunter away, Bruce saw that Old Mr. Grant had not gone to rest, and a feeling of uneasiness surfaced in his heart.

At that time in the evening, a guest came to the small building, he was aware of. Just not clear about the identity of the guest, not directly asked.

After waiting for a while and not seeing Old Mr. Grant speak, Bruce unconsciously pursed his lips and took the initiative to ask: “Grandpa, do you have something to tell me?”

Old Mr. Grant waved his hand, a long sigh came out of his mouth, and said, “Your third aunt went to the company today, and Cary called, saying she was determined to interfere with the family business.”

So that was it. She’d been planning it for years, and it wasn’t like she’d just moved on.

Bruce was noncommittal, waiting for Old Mr. Grant to say more.

“I’m getting old and I don’t want to worry about it anymore.” Old Mr. Grant let out another long sigh and sat down on the couch with a tired look on his face, his pale face gradually tensing up. “She wants to toss and turn, let her toss and turn.”

Bruce opened his mouth to say something, and then felt as if it was inappropriate to say anything.

Old Mr. Grant’s meaning was already clear, this is to agree to let the third aunt intervene in the business. I just don’t know whether this decision is right or wrong.

Bruce took the tea and delivered it to Old Mr. Grant himself, and asked, seemingly inadvertently, “Who’s here tonight?”

“Oh, it was Hailie who came to see me for some advice.” Old Mr. Grant replied casually, took a cup of tea and took a sip, shook his head and put it on the coffee table, and got up to go upstairs.

Bruce watched Old Mr. Grant’s back disappear around the corner of the stairs, and his deep eyes narrowed dangerously.

Old Mr. Grant just returned from the Royal Garden today, how did Hailie know about it?

He took out his cell phone, raised his hand to look at his watch, and thoughtfully called Cary.

Upstairs, Lindsey was half leaning on the cushion at the head of the bed, waiting for Bruce to come up, and was about to tell his sister-in-law to look for him when he pushed the door in, carrying a tray in his hand.

“Temporarily cooked bone congee, you’ll have to settle for it.” Putting the tray on the coffee table, Bruce tilted his head to look at her with a gentle smile on his brow and eyes. “You’re hungry, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, just a little sick from lying around all day.” Lindsey tried to move, but the wound hurt so much that it was hard to turn over.

Bruce glanced at his son in the crib, bent down and picked Lindsey up, striding out of the room.

Bruce gently put her in the chair next door and went back to the next room to bring over the porridge and feed her thoughtfully.

The night was deep, and the occasional rustling of the wind through the trees could be heard outside the window. The overhead light is warm and flowing, reflecting lightly on each other’s smiling faces, and the warmth is spreading quietly.

After barely eating half of the bowl, Lindsey felt some pain in her wound and leaned back against the back of the chair with her stomach covered. “No, you can help me finish the rest.”

“Okay.” Bruce curled his lips and ate the rest of the porridge in three sittings, cleaned up, picked up the tray and opened the door.

Lindsey was still unable to walk on her own and took a break to wait for him to return before going back next door to continue resting.