Chubby Mommy: Scheming Daddy, Surrender Now!-Chapter 162: Tyler Aldrin’s Words

In the operating room, there were two assistant doctors on standby. As Rhonda Sullivan lay down on the operating bed as instructed, four people immediately restrained her hands and feet.

The shadowless lamp was so glaring that Rhonda Sullivan couldn’t open her eyes. She started to feel scared and questioned in panic, "What are you doing? Why are you tying me up?" She suddenly thought of the worst possibility and shouted, "Are you going to take away my child? Ethan, Ethan, save me!"

A nurse frowned and stepped forward to reassure her, "Ms. Sullivan, please calm down. We’re just conducting routine checks to prevent genetic issues in the fetus. Please cooperate."

"Genetic disease?" Rhonda Sullivan then thought of Honey, finally breathing a sigh of relief, "You scared me to death."

At this moment, Zane Lawson pushed the door open and came in, saying straightforwardly, "Next, I need to collect some umbilical cord blood samples. To protect the fetus, we won’t use anesthetics, so it might be a bit uncomfortable. Please bear with it."

Rhonda Sullivan glanced at the specially-made needle in his hand — long and thick — and shut her eyes tightly in fear. But knowing it was a necessary check-up, despite her fear, she nodded, "Well... can I have my husband come in to accompany me?"

Zane Lawson laughed, "The whole process won’t take more than half a minute. If you insist on having Mr. Sterling come in, he’ll need to go through the disinfection process."

Rhonda Sullivan thought about it, a brief moment, then decide not to be insistent, "Alright then, go ahead."

Outside the operating room, Ethan Sterling listened to Rhonda Sullivan’s screams with a cold demeanor. If the match wasn’t successful, he would definitely not let this child be born!

Soon, Zane Lawson came out, "I’ll inform you as soon as the results are available."

Ethan Sterling nodded.

After a while, Rhonda Sullivan was assisted out by a nurse, her legs seemed weak, making her walk unsteadily.

As soon as she saw Ethan Sterling, she wanted to throw herself at him, but with her belly showing now, it wasn’t convenient to do so, leaving her to hug his arm tightly, pouting and acting spoiled, "This check-up was too painful, you have to compensate me."

She looked at the floor, naturally unaware of the expression of disdain on Ethan Sterling’s face.

"What do you want?" Ethan Sterling asked rigidly.

"Well, why don’t... after lunch, you accompany me shopping, okay? I want to pick something for our son."

"Alright." Ethan Sterling agreed readily, not wanting to waste words with her.

On the way, Rhonda Sullivan started contemplating what to eat. It had been a long time since she’d had a meal outside with Ethan Sterling, and she cherished this opportunity.

"Why not go to your favorite Western restaurant; I heard they changed their menu last month and it’s even better than before, everyone’s been buzzing about it online."

"Alright." Ethan Sterling responded mechanically.

Having stayed by his side for so long, Rhonda Sullivan could tell his mood with just one look. She knew he was impatient now, but was aware of why Ethan Sterling was enduring it. She even somewhat liked the expression on Ethan Sterling’s face at this moment; the more impatient he appeared, the more it proved he cared about the child in her belly, enduring for its sake now and would continue to do so in the future.

She understood this thoroughly.

She never needed Ethan Sterling to always love her or consider her his one and only. She just wanted to become Mrs. Sterling, to grow old with him, even if it was merely a formality — she’d be happy with that.

She loved this man, loved him humbly, just needing this little bit was enough.

The two walked into the restaurant, Ethan Sterling habitually chose the seat by the window.

Rhonda Sullivan was about to sit in the inner seat, but had to change direction. She found it a bit odd and couldn’t help asking, "Ethan, you used to say you were afraid of being secretly photographed, and didn’t like window seats, right?"

Ethan Sterling was momentarily stunned, suddenly realizing this fact. After drinking a sip of water, he turned to look at the bustling street outside, replying perfunctorily, "People change."

Rhonda Sullivan smiled and held his hand on the table, "I like the current you more."

When the waiter brought the menu, Ethan Sterling felt no appetite, ordering just pasta and soup. Rhonda Sullivan wanted this meal to last longer, ordering appetizers, entrees, and desserts, and certainly reminded the waiter that she was pregnant, asking to avoid ingredients that pregnant women shouldn’t eat.

Seeing Ethan Sterling tilt his head to look outside all the time, Rhonda Sullivan became curious, "Ethan, what are you looking at?" She also looked out and saw Tyler Aldrin walking past the window with his arm around a woman’s waist.

Her face stiffened, she quickly withdrew her gaze, not wanting Tyler Aldrin to notice her.

However, just as she was turning away, Tyler Aldrin caught sight of her and smiled.

Ethan Sterling had originally been aimlessly watching the road, but upon his view being blocked, he was forced to change his gaze, noticing Tyler Aldrin waving at him with a grin.

Ethan Sterling treated it as if seeing air, moving his view away, continuing to watch the road to pass the time.

Tyler Aldrin squinted his eyes slightly, hugged his companion, and walked into the restaurant.

They had just dined at the nearby tavern and were now heading to the luxury store not far from here to buy a bag.

The female companion was a bit displeased, "Young Master Aldrin, weren’t you full just now?"

"Ran into acquaintances, going in to say hello." He smirked, arm around her as they went inside, sitting next to Ethan Sterling’s table, "Same order as this table, please."

"Sure, sir." The waiter took the menu away.

Rhonda Sullivan frowned, tugging Ethan Sterling’s hand suggesting, "Ethan, why don’t we change spots to eat, let’s not let trash affect our mood."

Ethan Sterling turned his head, "If anyone should leave, it should be the trash."

Tyler Aldrin didn’t hear their conversation but had already gotten up and walked over, "Mr. Sullivan, Mr. Sterling, long time no see."

Ethan Sterling glanced at him and smiled, "The Livehouse plot is nice, the value has gone up quite a lot recently." Indeed, at the time, he acquired not only that Livehouse from Tyler Aldrin, but also the land below it.

Since it’s all Aldrin Family property, he definitely wouldn’t be courteous.

Tyler Aldrin’s expression stiffened, raising his eyebrows and laughing, "As long as Mr. Sterling likes it." He glanced at Rhonda Sullivan’s belly, "Didn’t expect Mr. Sterling to be living well; just after marrying Miss Wenny, Mr. Sullivan’s belly is big too."

Ethan Sterling smiled slightly, raising his hand to call the waiter, "I don’t know this person, could you please ask him to leave?"

"Sir, please return to your own seat to dine." The waiter looked at him awkwardly.

Tyler Aldrin’s face immediately darkened, "Ethan Sterling, what are you flaunting? Don’t you know it’s dark green above your head?" He threw a few bills on the table, laughed loudly, and walked away.

Ethan Sterling frowned slightly, now seeing Rhonda Sullivan’s face was filled with fear. He squinted his eyes, straightforwardly asking, "Have you been inappropriate with him?"

Rhonda Sullivan lowered her head, somewhat timidly, not daring to meet his eyes, "He’s just a rogue, once... once tried to molest me, thank goodness Janie was there." After speaking, she bit her lower lip, eyes brimming with tears, "It was a long time ago, I was afraid of ruining my reputation, and since nothing happened, I dared not call the police."

At this moment, the appetizer was served.

Ethan Sterling commanded indifferently, "Eat."

Rhonda Sullivan couldn’t fathom his thoughts, but noticing he seemed unwilling to delve deeper, she nodded and didn’t say more.