Chapter 610: Chapter 553: Hanging an Ophthalmology Department


    Worried that Charlotte Lane would be tired after giving birth, everyone stayed in the ward for a while before leaving one after another.


    Both the rk and Lane families didn’t stay in the ward for too long, they apanied Charlotte Lane for a while before leaving.


    In the room, only Charlotte Lane, Kevin rk, the two little ones, and Aunt Cruz who was looking after them were left.


    Kevin rk leaned in and kissed her forehead, saying softly, “Take a nap.”


    “Go and see them,” Charlotte Lane said.


    Finally, some color returned to Kevin rk’s lips as the thin, crimson lips curved upwards, saying, “Okay.”


    He got up to check on the children.


    Charlotte Lane looked at his back and pulled a tissue from the side of the bed, wanting to wipe the sweat off her palms.


    Their two hands had been tightly sped together, sweaty but not letting go.


    As she wiped her palms and was about to throw the tissue away, she caught sight of blood on the tissue. She paused and unfolded the tissue, only to see more bloodstains on it.


    She checked her own hand, which was fine but had some bloodstains on it.


    Then she looked at Kevin rk.


    If she was fine, then the one who was injured must be Kevin rk.


    Kevin rk walked to the bedside of the newborns, looking at the two little ones. At first nce, they were really ugly, like two little aliens. But when Kevin rk saw them, a sudden indescribable feeling welled up inside him.


    He couldn’t help but feel affectionate towards the two of them.


    His heart softening continuously, the gaze he gave them became all the more tender.


    The bond between blood rtives was indeed magical; even though they had just met for the first time, Kevin rk felt that he could do anything for them.


    He reached out and gently touched their faces with his fingertips.


    These were his and Charlotte Lane’s children


    Kevin rk looked at them and asked, “Which one is our daughter?”


    “This one,” Aunt Cruz said.


    “Who’s older?”


    “Bryce Cannon is sixteen minutes older than Isabe Lane,” Aunt Cruz said.


    Kevin rk smiled slightly, gazing for a moment before saying, “Can I hold her?”


    “Of course.” Aunt Cruz carefully picked up the baby and handed it to Kevin rk, “Support her here, gently. Her body is still too soft. ce this hand here, yes, slowly.”


    Kevin rk held the baby very stiffly, and once settled in his arms, he dared not move. He looked at the baby by himself, then slowly walked over to Charlotte Lane with his baby, showing her proudly, “Take a look.”


    Charlotte Lane nced at his hand before looking at the little one.


    “Look, my daughter is so beautiful. How can she be ugly?” Kevin rk’s tone was not only serious but also prideful.


    It gave the impression that his daughter was beautiful, and anyone who said otherwise was blind.


    Charlotte Lane looked again at him.


    Kevin rk held her for a while before carefully putting her back and showing Charlotte Lane the other baby, “My son is also good looking.”


    Charlotte Lane couldn’t help herself and turned her head to the side, “You’d better go to the outpatient building and visit the ophthalmology department.”


    Aunt Cruzughed.


    Kevin rk alsoughed a little, held the child for a while, put him back and then sat beside Charlotte Lane again.


    “Get some sleep,” he said.


    Charlotte Lane looked at him again. “Let me see your hand.” she said


    Kevin rk, puzzled, stillplied and stretched out his hand to her.


    Only then did he discover the wounds on his hand.


    There were small wounds on his palm, made by four fingernails.


    The hand holding Charlotte Lane was sweaty and dry, blood was smeared all over the palm.


    The other hand had blood that had coagted on the broken skin.


    Kevin rk hadn’t realized it at all, and seeing the wounds on his hand, he quickly drew his hand back.


    Only then did he begin to feel a tinge of pain.


    Charlotte Lane looked at him.


    Kevin rk coughed lightly, “It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt.”


    “Apply the medicine,” Charlotte didn’t say much.


    “Alright.”


    …


    Charlotte stayed in the hospital for three days before moving to a high-end postpartum care center.


    Kevin, Aunt Cruz, and two maternity nurses apanied her.


    The two little ones weighed more than ten kilogramsbined at birth, so Charlotte suddenly felt much lighter, as if she was floating when walking.


    Freedom from captivity made her want to wander around the continents.


    But in the end, she was confined to the postpartum care center, listening to the two little ancestors cry every day.


    They cried when they were hungry, sleepy, awake, and when they pooped…


    And there were double servings of all of it.


    When one cried, the other would definitely join in.


    Charlotte thought Charles Amos was already the limit back then, but it seems that she was still too inexperienced now.


    These two showed her what’s called “there’s always someone better.”


    Fortunately, the features of the two little ones gradually took shape, bing cuter, and Charlotte’s patience rose to a new level.


    Of course, the main reason for this increase in patience was that Kevin took care of everything, so she didn’t have to worry about anything.


    With Kevin, Aunt Cruz, and the maternity nurses, she didn’t have to do much of anything.


    Many times, she felt like an outsider, watching them work.


    A weekter in the postpartum care center, Charlotte started to handle some research institute affairs and review some files sent by Siera Santiago.


    That day, just after Siera left having sent the files, Charlotte received a message from an unknown person.


    [Miss Lane, this is Willow Martin. I have a performance in three days, thank you for your previous guidance.]


    A somewhat abrupt message.


    It seemed as if there was more to say, but it wasn’t said, and in the end, she just expressed her thanks.


    Charlotte looked at the message for a while and replied: [Aren’t you going to invite me to watch?]


    [Of course I want to. I left a concert ticket for you, but the concert time is a bit inconvenient.]


    Willow’s message was sent very quickly, and she even made a typo because of her excitement.


    She quickly sent another message with correct text.


    The whole inte knew about Charlotte’s childbirth, and everyone was specting whether she gave birth to a boy or a girl.


    But in order not to expose the two children to the camera lens,


    Charlotte only posted on Catherine’s Facebook: [Everything is safe, don’t worry.]


    Nothing else was revealed.


    Even without revealing anything, everyone knew that she must be in her postpartum confinement period at this time.


    So Willow also knew it was inconvenient for her.


    Charlotte caught a glimpse of Kevining over and replied to the message: [Do you know Olivia Lane? Give the ticket to her.]


    Willow attended Imperial Capital University, and Olivia Lane was a well-known figure there. Almost everyone knew her.


    Willow replied: [Okay, I’ll give it to her in her dormitory at noon.]


    She even knew the location of her dormitory.


    “What are you doing?” Kevin came over and asked.


    “Willow is giving me tickets to her concert,” Charlotte sent a message to Olivia, “I won’t be able to attend, so…let Master Flores take a look.”


    Kevin raised his eyebrows: “Finding a sessor for Master Flores?”


    “It depends on Willow’s abilities,” Charlotte replied.


    As for Willow’s pipa, it was indeed not polished when she first heard it, but Charlotte liked the feeling she yed, so she gave some guidance.


    As for her current skills? Whether or not she could catch the eye of Charlotte’s Master we would have to wait and see.