His Wife Calls The Shots Chapter 1622: I Just Feel Very Lucky

Chapter 1622

Worried that Chloe Collins might overthink, she swiftly changed the subject and said, "Let it be, it won’t cause any big issue. These matters should be dealt with by the n. You, just focus on taking care of yourself during the pregnancy. I will make sure you’re well taken care of, so they can be at ease while handling things outside."

With the gentle persuasion, Chloe Collins ate her al first so as not to worry her.

After dinner, William Foster and his son also returned.

Chloe Collins, hearing their voices, turned her head abruptly. The apple she had been holding was set down in an instant, and her body slid next to Alexander Foster.

However, before she could speak, the sound of Evelyn Thompson’s voice, tinged with a hint of crying, seeped through from next door, asking about William Foster’s well-being.

"Oh my, I heard they even had hoes, are you hurt?"

The concern in her eyes was no less than that of Chloe Collins.

That second, Chloe Collins found herself at a loss for words.

There isn’t a wife who doesn’t worry about her husband’s safety.

Her hand unconsciously tightened around Alexander Foster’s.

The man noticed and comforted her in a gentle voice, "It’s okay, don’t worry."

"I’m not worried, I just feel very lucky." She smiled.

Lucky to have married into a family filled with love.

-

In Orlando, the Whites’ residence.

At 7:40 PM, Tristan Collins’s car headed this way and stopped outside the main gate.

He was visiting tonight specifically for Milton White.

The words Milton White left on the phone the other day had kept him from sleeping well. Having waited a long ti without a conclusion, he had to co and ask in person.

The secretary went to ring the doorbell.

Soti later, soone ca out and upon seeing him, hurriedly said, "I’m sorry, Mr. Collins, the Master and the Young Master are both busy tonight and will not receive visitors. Please co back tomorrow."

Tristan Collins was not happy. He had already scheduled this ti and didn’t want to co back on another day.

Moreover, he was already at the doorway, and there was no reason for him to be turned away.

"Tell them I’ll wait here. If it’s inconvenient to let in, then have the Second Young Master co out to et ."

With no other choice and not wanting to offend him, the person turned around to relay the ssage.

Tristan Collins stood steadfast, his gaze fixed straight ahead, yet his thoughts were elsewhere.

All of a sudden, he noticed shadows on the ground inside the gate. Looking up, he saw the "Little Girl" on the wall.

The secretary also looked up, startled.

"Oh my, you gave quite a scare!"

Ethel Collins jumped down from the wall and stared intently at Tristan Collins, asking, "Are you here about that sa matter?"

Tristan Collins didn’t want to talk to a child, kept silent, his expression solemn.

Ethel Collins raised an eyebrow, her tone nonchalant, "Milty doesn’t even tell , why would he tell you? Besides, I’ll have you know, their father and son are having a fierce argunt right now. It’s the first ti I’ve ever seen Milty talk back. It’s quite satisfying to see."

Upon hearing this, Tristan Collins’s expression finally shifted, his proud gaze dropping slightly as he asked, "He dared to talk back?"

"You find that surprising, huh?" Ethel Collins laughed, "Well, I think it’s good that he did. Otherwise, with uncle always being so fierce and scolding him all the ti, that’s how Milty got sick in the first place."

"Why are they arguing?"

Ethel Collins was intently listening to the argunt inside and didn’t quite catch his words, talking to herself, "You needn’t wait any longer. The gatekeeper uncle didn’t dare report your arrival, their argunt has grown even more intense."

The secretary interjects, "For you, Mr. Collins, if you honestly tell us why they’re arguing, uncle will give you money to buy candy."