Chapter 792


    I breathed a sigh of relief after hearing what she said. " I''m d that you and your baby are fine.


    Munchkin was also born prematurely and looked like he was seven to eight months old when he


    was one year old. Look at him now, he''s jumping around like nobody’s business now and is


    especially healthy too."


    Those words worked on Susan, and I clearly saw her breathe a sigh of relief. "That''s great."


    Seeing that her lips were a little dry, I got up and poured her a ss of water. I then found a straw


    and put it in the ss before bringing it to her lips. "Drink slowly, a little at a time."


    The cabs were full, but where were Susan''s caretakers?


    Where was Tyler?


    A little angry, I asked Susan, "Where are your caretakers?”


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    Susan took a sip, and her lips seemed less dry now. She said mildly, "I don''t need someone to


    constantly watch over me, so I asked the caretaker to go and make meals."


    I did not ask her where Tyler was as I was worried it would put Susan in a much worse mood.


    "Is it a boy or a girl?" I asked with a smile, putting the ss on the bedside table.


    At the mention of the baby, Susan was obviously delighted. "It''s an adorable little boy.”


    "I love boys." A smile emerged on my face as well. " Boys are closer to moms."


    As soon as I said that, two nurses pushed the door in.


    I got up and walked to one side. The nurses helped Susan to bend her legs, then pressed and


    squeezed on her still slightly bulging stomach.


    She felt pain but bit her lips hard to stop herself from yelling out loud.


    I saw tears in the corners of her eyes and frowned." She’s in a lot of pain. Can''t you go easier on


    her?"


    One of the nurses said, "Being in pain once is better than being in pain many times."


    I pursed my lips and said no more.


    When it was done, the nurses left and I covered Susan with a nket. I held her slightly icy hand,


    not knowing what to say.


    She looked at me andforted me instead. "It''s actually not that painful."


    How could it not be painful? It was not like I had never experienced it before.


    I felt so sorry for this woman.


    As I was talking with her, Keith called me.


    I answered the phone and he said, "Mrs. Grant, the bodyguards told me that you bumped into Nadia


    in the hospital. Can you leave with the bodyguards now?”


    I understood his concerns. If Nadia told the media that I was in the hospital, then they might rush


    over to stop me in my tracks. They would never stop until they got the information they wanted.


    "Alright."


    After hanging up the phone, I told Susan that I woulde back and visit her some other time.


    Then, I left.


    When I saw the anxious look on the bodyguards’ faces, I knew that Nadia might have already


    revealed my whereabouts to the media.


    I was lucky enough to be able to leave the hospital and get into the car before the reporters arrived.


    The car had already driven off, so the reporters were left with no choice but to follow us with their


    cars. They took photos of me while sitting in their cars.


    Some of the bolder ones overtook our car and pointed directly at the windshield while taking photos.


    If this continued, we would inevitably attract the attention of passersby and cause idents.