Chapter 179


    Chapter 179 A Family in the Making


    Aunt Sarah nodded, “That’s true.”


    “But…”


    She nced mischievously at Cherise, and the corner of her mouth quirked. up. “Dr. Johnson was an


    expert in gynecology, even more than eyes. How about letting him check your reproductive health,


    prescribe some fertility medicine, perhaps?”


    “You and Mr. Damien seem quite close now. It’s about time to think about having a child,” she


    remarked.


    Cherise blushed at her words, pushed around her food, and quickly ran outside.


    Damien was on the phone with someone under therge apricot tree in the yard.


    “I told you, she’s not a servant.”


    “Forget about it then. I won’t tell you.”


    “Take your clothes and leave.”


    Cherise approached cautiously. “Hubby, who was that?”


    This was the first time she had ever heard Damien speak to someone in that manner.


    Damien mmed the phone down. “Just a nobody,” he spat out.


    “Oh,” Cherise’s voice was subdued as she replied, sensing the tension in the air.


    The person on the other end was significant; her husband appeared visibly distressed and. used the


    word ‘leave, which was surprising.


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    But since he didn’t want to discuss it, she decided not to probe further.


    Cherise smiled. Her eyes flickered as she gently helped him to his feet. “Ready to go, honey?”


    “We nned to see the doctor in the vige today,” she continued.


    Damien chuckled, reaching out to tousle Cherise’s hair. “What’s the sudden hurry about having kids?”


    “Grandma’s getting impatient, you know,” she retorted yfully, giving him a wink.


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    Cherise hesitated and continued sheepishly, “L… I also… would like to have a child sooner.”


    When Cherise and Damien arrived at Mark’s house, the older man was still asleep.


    He appeared surprised as he saw Cherise guiding a man, one eye covered in ck silk, into the house.


    He chortled eventually, “Here for a check-up?”


    Cherise nodded. “For… gynecological reasons.”


    Earlier that morning, she had already briefedn and Mark, saying they were there for a gynecological


    consultation.


    After a casual “Oh,” Dr. Johnson turned and led Cherise and Damien to a grimy table.


    He ced a small pillow on it and said, “Give me your hand.


    Cherise obediently extended her hand. As Dr. Johnson felt her pulse, his brows furrowed deeply. “Your


    pulse…”


    Cherise’s eyes widened as she gasped, “What’s happened?”


    A slight unease shed in Dr. Johnson’s eyes. “It’s nothing,” he said.


    “You should be able to conceive.”


    Dr. Johnson remarked and nced up at Damien. “Your turn.”


    Damien frowned, feeling hesitant about consulting these rural doctors.


    Despite his reservations, he held his tongue in Cherise’s presence. He reluctantly extended


    his hand.


    Dr. Mark frowned for a moment during the examination, then smiled. “There’s no problem here.”


    “I’ll prescribe some medicine to boost your blood cirction. Take care of yourselves, and in less than


    two months, you’ll have good news!” Dr. Mark assured them.


    Cherise blinked and nced at Dr. Mark.


    He shook his head subtly in response.


    She nodded disappointedly, paid the fee, and supported Damien back home.


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    Dr. Johnson stood at the door as he watched them leave; a smile curled his lips.


    A momentter, he picked up the phone and dialed Ian. “He came.”


    Ian excitedly responded, “How did it go? Is he blind or just pretending?”


    “Ian.”


    Dr. Johnson frowned, his voice weary and tinged with helplessness. “Why are you so concerned about


    whether he’s blind?”


    “Their rtionship appears to be strong.”


    After a brief silence,n spoke sternly, “Uncle, just tell me if the man is truly blind or pretending. What I


    do next is my business, not yours.”