CHAPTER 899: CHAPTER 899: YOU’RE PREGNANT NOW

The new neighbors are incredibly enthusiastic.

For the eighth time, after Susie Sommers snatched the task from her hand, Ann Vaughn stood idly and sighed.

It was just her hand...

Ann Vaughn lowered her gaze to her right hand. After that moment of weakness, her wrist still throbbed faintly, unable to muster any strength.

During that time, she had tirelessly picked mung beans, just hoping this hand would heal quickly.

Even if it couldn’t heal completely, as long as it didn’t affect her daily life, she would be content.

Yet every time, this hand would coldly mock her—

Stop daydreaming.

Ann Vaughn pressed her lips tightly, the sense of helplessness in her heart growing deeper.

"Annie, the last dish is ready!" At that moment, Susie’s cheerful voice came from the kitchen.

Then came Kenny’s slightly proud voice, "Mommy, the hot pot is ready, come and eat!"

Ann Vaughn regained her senses, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she stepped towards the dining room, "I’m coming!"

Nothing was more refreshing than eating hot pot with the air conditioner on in the summer, sipping an iced fruit drink amid steaming hot mist.

Ann Vaughn was teary-eyed from the spiciness but couldn’t stop herself.

Just then, she saw Susie standing up to grab a bottle of wine to open it, and she frowned immediately.

"Miss Sommers, you’re pregnant now; it’s better to avoid alcohol."

"I’ve told you to call me Susie; calling me Miss Sommers is so..." Before she could finish her sentence, Susie’s action of biting the bottle cap suddenly froze.

Thinking she had misheard, Susie gaped at Ann Vaughn, "What did you just say? Who’s pregnant?"

As she spoke, her hands began to tremble.

It can’t be, right?!

"Didn’t you know you’re pregnant?" Ann Vaughn chuckled, taking the bottle of wine from Susie. "It’s about a month or so; you can go to the hospital for an exact checkup, which should be more accurate."

"N-no need." Susie was completely stunned, covering her face, looking like she needed peace.

Ann Vaughn said she was pregnant and even estimated the month; it had to be true.

Susie couldn’t even deny it.

Little Dumpling, who was serving Ann Vaughn, heard their conversation and tilted his little head, asking Ann Vaughn, "Does Auntie Sommers have a baby in her tummy?"

Ann Vaughn nodded with a smile, "Yes, look how happy Auntie Sommers is."

Susie: "..." Sis, I’m not happy; I’m shocked!

Little Dumpling recalled the previous promise with The Archfiend about the little sister but hasn’t seen a trace yet.

"Annie, do you still have that medicine?" Susie finally came around, about to cry, asking Ann Vaughn.

Hand pausing, Ann Vaughn looked at her confusedly, "What medicine?"

Susie was about to say something when she caught Little Dumpling’s hinting gaze and quickly changed her words, "Just the cold medicine, I’ve been having a bit of a cough, cough, cough!"

Little Dumpling breathed a sigh of relief.

Almost scared to death by godmother.

"You’re pregnant now; you shouldn’t randomly take cold medicine or anything. It’s best to see a doctor and follow their advice, okay?" Ann Vaughn, unaware of their eye contact, carefully advised Susie.

...Wait a minute.

Why could she say these things without even thinking?

For a moment, Ann Vaughn was caught in self-doubt.

Susie’s face showed obvious grief; she didn’t want this child, after all, it wasn’t a product of love, just an accident.

Every time just as she resolved to let go, life would impatiently give her another heavy blow—

The distress on Susie’s face was too obvious for Ann Vaughn to ignore. After hesitating for a couple of seconds, she asked, "If you’re afraid to be alone, do you want to stay and sleep over at my place tonight?"

Asking someone she just met this might be a bit abrupt.

Yet seeing Susie so downcast, Ann Vaughn didn’t know why but instinctively worried about her staying alone.

Susie’s eyes immediately turned red, "Okay."

...

The plane Ann Vaughn took had just landed, and the news reached both the Sheridan Family and Vaughn Family.

This was probably the first time both families were sitting together, having put aside past grievances.

Wilder Sheridan transferred the video Kenny had just sent to the computer, then cast it onto the wall for everyone to watch.

"This is from J.B. just now."

Eli Sheridan and Ian Vaughn immediately got up and moved close to the wall for a better view.

Even Stanley Sheridan, who usually kept composed, was leaning forward, shoving Wilder Sheridan aside, "Move, don’t block your sister’s face."

Wilder Sheridan: "???

"Sweetie has lost weight; her face looks smaller," Old Mrs. Sheridan remarked with concern, "What’s the situation now? Does Sweetie really not remember us?"

"Grandma, don’t worry. Sweetie just suffered a mental shock; she only temporarily forgot." Eli Sheridan comforted, "Once we find a treatment, Sweetie will get better."

"Sweetie’s company, clinic, and social connections are all in The Imperial Capital; it’s not as safe as Marinia," Old Mr. Vaughn suggested, "Why not bring Sweetie over, where we can take better care of her?"

Old Mrs. Vaughn nodded in agreement, "No child should suffer alone outside; we should bring Sweetie back as soon as possible."

Ian Vaughn slightly shook his head, not finding this idea optimistic, "Had we planned earlier, there might have been a chance to bring Sweetie back. But Sweetie is now planning to open a store in The Imperial Capital."

Just five minutes ago, Ian Vaughn received information from Kenny.

"What store does Sweetie want to open? I’ll help her open it. She can open as many as she likes!" Stanley Sheridan got excited, almost pulling a muscle.

"A comic book store."

The elders were still processing this when Wilder Sheridan proudly slapped the table, "I’m familiar with that! What kind of manga does my sister like? I can take on anime adaptation projects; this will strengthen my bond with her."

Saying this, the cheeky kid puffed up his chest in pride.

He thought of himself as an ingenious little genius.

Eli Sheridan stifled a laugh, clearing his throat, "Your sister reads Boys’ Love manga."

Boys’ Love manga?!

Wilder Sheridan’s face turned green immediately; as a straight-laced guy, he’d better leave those comics alone.

Wasn’t his sister into domineering CEO romance stories before? Why has her taste changed so much after amnesia??

He seriously suspected his brother was teasing him...

Indeed, Ann Vaughn was planning to open a manga store.

—Until she noticed Susie’s pregnancy.

Diagnosing by sight, only a practitioner has such an ability.

To confirm her thoughts, Ann Vaughn tried to feel Susie’s pulse. As soon as her fingers touched Susie’s wrist, a sentence involuntarily slipped out:

"The fetal position is somewhat abnormal, and the fetal qi is unstable, which is likely related to your recent alcohol consumption and indiscriminate eating habits."