Chapter 952
Suddenly, she seed to be about to faint and grabbed her husband, saying, "Honey, please tell this isn’t a dream."
"No, no, but look carefully."
"I’ve looked very closely and this wedding photo is of my children!"
"See how happily they are, one so beautiful and the other so handso, I don’t think I would be able to sleep tonight. Where are the gifts that I got for them?"
Upon seeing this, William Foster temporarily covered the image and pointed her to the nas.
"Look at who nas are these?"
Evelyn Thompson: "Huh? Tamara Collins? Benjamin Foster? Who are they?"
"Ah, yes, the nas are different." Robert Foster belatedly realized.
Thinking for a mont, Evelyn Thompson laughed: "No need to think, it’s probably those two changed their nas just for convenience!"
"The nas don’t matter, what’s important is that they went and got married! Whether this certificate is real or fake, would soone that has no feelings for another do this?"
Evelyn Thompson chuckled: "Alright, you two wouldn’t understand, give the certificate, I want to take a photo as a keepsake."
"Good, if Tristan Collins or soone from the Whites cos over, I’ll show them this."
After happily snapping a photo, she handed the certificate back to Robert Foster: "Quickly return it. Oh, where’s Wandy? Wasn’t I asking you to send her ho?"
The expression on Robert Foster’s face underwent a subtle change from just now when he was acting quite nonchalant: "She’s in the bathroom."
"Still in the bathroom?" Evelyn Thompson frowned: "Didn’t she already go to the restroom when we ca up?"
William Foster: "Yeah, did she have diarrhea?"
Thinking about it, Evelyn felt that sothing wasn’t right, she was about to get up to check, but suddenly changed her mind: "Robert, you go see, hurry up."
"Oh!"
Robert Foster ca to the bathroom door, knocked.
"Wanda Wesley?"
"Wanda Wesley, are you okay?"
"Wanda Wesley?"
Robert Foster’s brow furrowed, he couldn’t help but twist the doorknob.
The door suddenly opened, Wanda Wesley peeked her head out, looking quite embarrassed.
"I... Do you have that thing in your house?"
Robert Foster paused for a mont, in a split second correction of his eyes he understood.
"I’ll go find Chloe!"
He ran to the next door and saw Chloe playing with the dog in the pet house.
"Chloe, do you have that thing?"
"What thing?" Chloe looked up.
Alexander Foster who was helping her play with the dog casually said, "Explain what you an."
Robert Foster revealed an embarrassed expression, laughed, and said, "It’s sothing that you girls need to use every month."
The confusion in Chloe’s eyes disappeared, but was replaced by a hint of gloom.
Alexander Foster understood, bowed his head, and said nothing. This was a woman’s matter that wasn’t his place to interfere in.
Robert Foster looked at Chloe expectantly, thinking that she must have it.
However, Chloe said: "I just ran out."
Robert Foster quickly turned around: "Then I’ll go ask mom."
Chloe slowly stroked Samoyed’s head, the action of brushing its fur also beca very slow.
The dog looked up at her, its big eyes filled with confusion.
"I’m going to take a shower." She dropped a sentence then got up and left.
Alexander Foster watched her leaving, a few doubts crept into his heart.
Warm water poured down, Chloe closed her eyes, not moving for a long while.
The words that Albert Green said to her a long ti, long ti ago seed to drift into her ears.
"The side effects of that dicine are quite toxic, you’re currently having nstrual periods once a year, but if this continues, you might not even have periods next year. Look, your ovaries have already shown symptoms of early failure. I’m using dicine to control it now, but this is not long-term."
"Your aning is, I’m infertile."
"Temporarily, yes. If a solution can be found in the later stages, a cure that can eliminate these symptoms, there is still hope for a recovery of health."
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(Notice: The update for tomorrow (29th) will be posted at noon instead of midnight, please don’t wait up for it.), End of today’s Chapter.
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