Chapter 620


    Trinity stepped forward then and gave them a hit each.


    “What’s wrong with the two of you?”


    Neil and Fredric looked at her in unison and wanted to say something but swallowed it back after


    ncing at each other.


    They were smart, and no one wanted to be the first to speak and let another man catch any weakness.


    “Alright, stop arguing!” Trinity looked at them with a frown. She waved her hand. “Leave!”


    “Okay, I’ll send you back!” Neil stood next to her first.


    Fredric paused. How could he react so slowly at a time like this!?


    “Trinity, let me send you.” He smiled. “We spent the night in the police station and haven’t eaten. I’ll


    take you for breakfast first… What do you think about the soup and buns at the school gate? I


    remember that you like them!”


    Neil smirked. Child’s y—did Fredric want to defeat him with a shared memory?


    “Mr. Constable, I think it’s best that you go back to your firm to salvage your reputation as the ace


    lawyer! After all, the legal field isn’t that big. Your amazing performancest night must have been


    spread by now!”


    “Don’t worry about it.” Fredric smiled. “Thewyer’s sphere isn’t like showbiz. We don’t cling to every


    petty business and exaggerate it. Hah, we are busy and have to make a living with our brains, unlike


    people who rely on their faces!”


    “Oh, right.” Neil stayed cool. “Since you’re so busy, don’t trouble yourself to send Trinity home. I’ll go


    have something with her at the hotel, and… we have to discuss the script!”


    “Yes!” Trinity suddenly recalled it. “I did tell you that we have to reshoot a few scenes! As for what angle


    and how to edit them, I haven’t figured out yet…”


    “Take your time then!” Neil grinned in triumph. “I have no schedule today anyway. I can spend the day


    brainstorming with you!”


    “Mr. Harris, I think—” Before Fredric could finish, he saw Neil wrap an arm around Trinity’s shoulder


    and shoot him a smirk.


    Neil drawled, “Mr. Constable, it’s all showbiz stuff. Awyer like you doesn’t have to be involved!”


    “You…”


    Neil intentionally shoved Fredric away. His van was already waiting outside.


    Fredric lost this round. He refused to give up, though, catching up and starting his car to follow Neil’s


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    Cordelia and Zephyr looked at each other helplessly.


    Who knew when this love triangle woulde to an end…


    “Honey, I’ll take you for a checkup in the hospital before we go home,” Zephyr said softly.


    Cordelia nodded.


    Although the numerous pregnancy kits said that she was pregnant, having a check in the hospital was


    better.


    Both of them came to a private one soon, and the checkup was smooth. The baby was already eight


    weeks old.


    The hospital director used to be Hamertons’ private doctor, so he was skilled and did his best for


    Cordelia.


    “The report’s all well!” he said with a smile. “But you’re on the thinner side, so you have to eat up.


    Otherwise, you won’t be well-nourished when the baby grows biggerter and takes in your nutrition as


    well!”


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    Cordelia nodded and memorized what she should pay attention to before she left the office with


    Zephyr.


    Both of them took a stroll on the hospitalwn.


    Zephyr had an arm around her, and his eyes stayed on her stomach, which had yet to grow a bump.


    There was actually a baby of his flesh and blood in there. It would grow from an embryo to having little


    hands and feet, then bigger into a baby until the womb could not keep it in anymore…


    It woulde to this world crying and start an interesting and unique life of its own.


    Zephyr smiled and could not help stroking Cordelia’s belly. His hibernating fatherly love was finally


    awakened, and he was starting to look forward to the little felllow’s arrival, but… it best be a daughter.


    He had heard that sons clung to their mothers. Daughters were better. Daughters would dote on their


    fathers.


    “Darling?” Cordelia waved a hand in front of him. “I’ve called you a few times now. What’s the matter?


    Why are you looking like this?”


    “Oh, nothing, nothing.” Zephyr coughed. “What is it, honey?”


    “I think I saw Zennie just now,” answered Cordelia.


    “What?” Zephyr paused and looked, following the direction Cordelia was pointing at.


    There seemed to be someone who shed past the shrubs and slipped into another clinical building.