When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 14: Everything is Slowly Getting Better
On her way back to Fairchild Estate, Luna Axton made a special detour to Pinehurst Estate.
Grandpa Fairchild was practicing calligraphy. When he saw her arrive, he smiled and invited her to admire his work. "What do you think? My calligraphy is powerful and vigorous, isn’t it?"
Luna Axton circled the table, studying it. "Grandpa, I don’t know much about calligraphy, but it’s beautiful to look at. It’s like the bonsai on the table—unique, growing quietly in the light, with the spirit of bursting through a crack in a rock to plant its roots firmly."
Julian Fairchild had heard his calligraphy praised with countless flowery words, but he had never heard a comment quite like Luna Axton’s. But he loved the comparison. Why else would he have placed the bonsai right there?
"It represents a spirit of proud solitude, of walking one’s own path, a tenacious spirit that fears neither wind nor rain."
Luna Axton understood that Grandpa Fairchild was trying to tell her that no matter what, a person must always strive upward and persevere day after day until their goal is achieved.
"Grandpa, I will raise the child well."
"You silly girl. Just look at the calligraphy. There aren’t so many hidden meanings."
Luna Axton wasn’t sure if she could take Grandpa Fairchild’s words at face value. She really did have a habit of overthinking what people said.
"Did you find some clothes you liked today?"
"I bought two outfits. I used Mr. Fairchild’s card."
"’Mr. Fairchild’ sounds so distant. You’re already married, so just call him Blaze." When Julian Fairchild finished speaking, he saw the young woman just smiling without a word and sighed. "It’s good to be young. Even something as simple as a name can be a source of turmoil. It’s been decades since I’ve had anything that vexing to worry about."
Luna Axton heard the loneliness in Grandpa Fairchild’s words. In this huge Fairchild Estate, there’s no one to keep him company and talk with him.
"Grandpa Fairchild, may I have lunch with you?"
"Oh, that would be wonderful!" Grandpa Fairchild’s tone was cheerful, his eyes crinkling with a smile. "Foster, have Creed bring the Young Madam’s lunch here to me."
Uncle Foster was also happy that the old master had company. "Right away. I’ll make the call now."
Trying to find a topic of conversation, Luna Axton said, "Thank you, Grandpa, for asking Aunt to take me shopping."
"There isn’t an older woman in the family, so I have no idea what you young ladies like. It’s just me and Blaze here, and we just have clothes made for us. His aunt loves to dress up, so I asked her to take you."
"Yes, his aunt has excellent taste." She kept Blaze Fairchild’s warning in mind—she couldn’t let Grandpa get upset. "I bought enough today to last me a while. Later, when the baby gets bigger, I can go buy more myself."
The more time Julian Fairchild spent with Luna Axton, the more he liked her. She spoke softly and acted with a natural grace.
"Good, that’s how it should be. We’ve only just started living together. We have to speak our minds to understand each other, right?"
Luna Axton nodded. "I’ll remember that, Grandpa."
At the dining table, Luna Axton and Julian Fairchild each ate their own specially prepared meals.
Julian Fairchild was elderly and needed nutritious, easily digestible food.
Luna Axton was pregnant and needed a diet with comprehensive nutrition.
Before Luna Axton was six dishes, with a nutritionally balanced ratio of meat and vegetables. Each dish was a single serving.
Julian Fairchild watched as Luna Axton worked her way through each dish. It didn’t look like she was enjoying a meal, but rather completing a task.
"Luna."
Luna Axton put down her bowl and chopsticks and swallowed the food in her mouth. "Yes, Grandpa?"
Seeing her polite and well-behaved demeanor, Julian Fairchild waved his hand. "No need to be so formal. I know Blaze’s methods are extreme. I’ll talk to him about it, slowly. You’ve... had to endure a lot."
Luna Axton thought of what Blaze Fairchild had told her. Everything he did was to make his grandfather happy. And now, Grandpa is making excuses for him.
The bond between them, grandson and grandfather, is so strong, just as deep as the bond between my mother and her.
"Grandpa, you know everything about the situation between Mr. Fairchild and me. I don’t think it’s something that can be changed just by talking to him. As long as it’s good for the baby, I’m willing to do it."
Having witnessed the love between Mr. Coleman and Ms. Brooks, Luna Axton understood one thing: In a marriage, two people without love can never truly accommodate each other.
That’s why she won’t ask Grandpa to say anything to Blaze Fairchild. The moment Grandpa speaks up, Blaze will assume the worst of her. For the duration of this marriage, at least, she just wants to coexist peacefully with Blaze Fairchild.
As for not wanting to attend Dr. Miller’s classes, she’ll discuss it with Blaze Fairchild in her own way.
Blaze Fairchild is a man of action. He isn’t going to grant her request just because she said a few words, or even if Grandpa Fairchild tries to persuade him.
Hearing her reply, Grandpa Fairchild suddenly smiled. "Boiling a frog slowly—I get it. With a personality like Blaze’s, a gradual approach is best."
Luna Axton just smiled without a word. Gradually influence Blaze Fairchild? She wouldn’t dare.
After lunch, Luna Axton gathered her textbooks and materials for her afternoon classes, then headed to the hospital to be with her mother.
Just as she arrived at the hospital, a nurse called out to her, "Family of Jenna Axton."
Luna Axton replied politely, "Good afternoon."
"Please go to the office. The doctor is looking for you."
This was the first time a doctor had proactively sought her out since her mother was hospitalized. Could it be that her mother’s condition wasn’t good?
Luna Axton’s expression instantly grew serious. "Okay."
Her mother’s attending physician... she had only spoken with the doctor once or twice about her mother’s condition, and for very short periods.
During the lunch break, the only sound in the doctor’s office was the tapping of a keyboard. She must be on duty today, writing up medical records at her computer right now.
Piles of medical records were stacked on both sides of the doctor’s desk. In the cubby above the computer monitor, a messy heap of lab reports was waiting to be entered into the system.
Luna Axton knocked lightly on the door before speaking. "Hello, Doctor. I’m the family of Jenna Axton. The nurse told me to come find you."
The doctor turned, her tired eyes looking at Luna. "Family of Jenna Axton, right?"
"Yes." Luna Axton walked in and stood behind the doctor, clenching her fists in worry.
"Here’s the situation. After a discussion between the attending physician and the department heads, we adjusted your mother’s treatment plan yesterday. We’ve switched her to a more advanced medication with fewer side effects. Her alpha-fetoprotein test, which is an indicator for liver cancer, has come back within the normal range."
It was all good news. Everything was slowly getting better. Luna Axton’s heart, which had been in her throat, finally settled a bit.
"The biggest problems right now are your mother’s esophageal variceal bleeding and ascites. Based on a comprehensive review of her indicators, we’ve decided to perform a transjugular intrahepatic portosystemic shunt, or TIPS. It’s the most effective treatment for her current condition. The procedure involves..."
The doctor explained the procedure in great detail. As a medical student, Luna Axton knew what this meant.
If the surgery is successful, her mother won’t be far from being discharged. She could recover at home while waiting for a suitable liver transplant.
If the surgery fails...
"But..." the doctor’s voice interjected.
With every illness, there’s always a ’but’. Luna Axton held her breath, nervously picking at the skin on her thumb.
