When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 34: The Three of Us Will Be Lucky

A flicker of understanding crossed Luna Axton’s pained eyes. Her heart felt as if it had been pricked, and a dull ache spread through her chest.

’No wonder only he and Grandpa Fairchild live at Fairchild Estate. And it explains what Grandpa said last time about Mrs. Fairchild’s depression.’

Luna Axton thought of the near-controlling arrangements Blaze Fairchild had made for her.

Bodyguards watched her whenever she went out. Her meals were planned and portioned. She had to practice prenatal yoga and attend therapy sessions.

Blaze Fairchild had emphasized more than once that everything he did was for the baby.

He had accepted this child and wanted it to be born healthy and whole.

’So that’s why. It’s because of his own painful past.’

"So, you’re terrified that my baby won’t be born safely either, aren’t you?"

"Yes."

This was the first time Blaze Fairchild had ever spoken to her about his family. The first time he had shared his thoughts and fears about her pregnancy.

A breeze swept through the covered walkway, and Luna Axton felt wide awake.

She took a step forward and stood before Blaze Fairchild.

Blaze Fairchild was a full head taller than her. She stretched out her arms and rose onto her tiptoes.

She wrapped her arms around Blaze Fairchild’s neck, gently guiding his head toward her shoulder.

Blaze Fairchild didn’t resist. He followed her gentle pressure and rested his head on her shoulder.

She said, "Mr. Fairchild, I love this child so much. I’ve named him Lucky. I believe that we, the three of us, will be lucky."

Lucky.

He, Blaze Fairchild, had never believed in things left to chance.

But hearing those words from Luna Axton, he found himself believing them.

The baby would be born safely.

Blaze Fairchild’s arms wrapped around her waist, and the two of them huddled together for warmth in the cold wind.

The meeting room door finally opened.

Three lawyers emerged first, followed by several administrators who looked drained and exhausted.

"Let’s go," Blaze Fairchild said.

Luna Axton followed Blaze Fairchild into the ward.

One of the lawyers stepped forward to report the outcome of the negotiations. "Mr. Fairchild, they are pushing for a settlement. They want to avoid legal action and have offered to report the situation to the proper authorities themselves and implement corrective measures."

Blaze Fairchild didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he asked Luna Axton, "What do you think?"

She was the patient’s family; the decision was hers to make.

Asked to make such an abrupt decision, Luna Axton felt lost.

’I just thwarted Rosalind Fairchild, and the next thing I know, she comes after Mom here.’

’I don’t know if it’s better to pursue this relentlessly or to just let it go for everyone’s sake.’

Life in Valoria was completely different from the worldview she had developed growing up.

’And would this whole affair bring trouble down on the Fairchild family?’

Blaze Fairchild saw her conflict and decided to give her more time.

"That’s all for today. Organize the files you’ve collected and send a copy to Assistant Joyce."

"Yes, Mr. Fairchild." The lawyers and their team departed.

Luna Axton started to push the door to the room open, but stopped when she saw Jenna Axton sleeping soundly, the heart monitor displaying a steady, normal rhythm.

She sat down on the bench in the hallway. "Mr. Fairchild, you should go home. You can still get an hour or so of rest."

Blaze Fairchild had work in the morning. He was so busy, yet he had come to the hospital with her without getting more than a few hours of sleep.

Blaze Fairchild sat down at the other end of the bench. "What are you planning to do?"

"Once it’s morning, I’m going to arrange for my mother’s discharge. I don’t feel safe leaving her here any longer."

Things had escalated to the point of involving lawyers. She couldn’t risk her mother’s life by gambling on the hospital staff’s humanity.

"I’ll arrange her discharge. If there are any complications, I’ll find a better hospital."

Luna Axton felt she had nothing to offer, no gift worthy of his help.

She wanted to thank Blaze Fairchild, and the best way she could do that was by delivering a healthy child.

"I’ll eat properly and practice my yoga and Pilates. I’ll make sure the baby is healthy and gets all the right nutrients."

Blaze Fairchild remained silent for a long time, showing no intention of going home to rest.

He leaned his head against the wall, his eyes closed.

Luna Axton sat in the hallway, watching the nurses make their rounds, going from room to room to take temperatures.

She watched the cleaning staff mop and disinfect the floors, emptying an ashtray full of cigarette butts into a trash bag.

Then she watched as the department’s doctors and nurses trickled in for their shifts.

When Luna Axton requested to have her mother discharged, Dr. Wyatt was surprisingly direct. He told her flatly,

"After 9:30, you can go to the main lobby on the first floor to settle the bill and complete the discharge paperwork."

Clearly, everyone was on the same page, having anticipated this outcome.

Julian Fairchild, who lived at Pinehurst Estate, only learned of the previous night’s events when he woke up and heard Uncle Foster arranging for extra staff to prepare Crimson Hall.

He shook his head and sighed. "How can a hospital be run for profit? If a doctor’s salary is tied to performance metrics, what’s the difference between them and a high-end pharmaceutical sales representative!"

Uncle Foster was getting on in years himself. He wasn’t as robust as he used to be and often came down with minor colds.

He’d had his own experiences with being prescribed an outrageous amount of medicine for a simple cold, so he could only chime in, "Isn’t that the truth?"

"Uncle Foster, have Mrs. Creed prepare something nourishing for those two. They can’t be allowed to run themselves ragged, especially not Luna."

"Yes, Old Master. I’ll tell Mrs. Creed as soon as I see her. She’s over at Crimson Hall helping out, too."

"Sigh..." Julian Fairchild ate his breakfast alone at the dining table, murmuring to himself, "They’re all so lonely... With another person around, this vast Fairchild Estate would feel a little more lively."

Mrs. Creed had received a call from the Young Master and, without even stopping for breakfast, had gathered the staff to make the final preparations at Crimson Hall.

"Do we have any fresher flowers than these? Seeing fresh flowers will lift the patient’s spirits."

The maid didn’t complain, simply doing as Mrs. Creed instructed.

This was a matter of the Fairchild family’s hospitality; of course, everything they put out had to be the absolute best.

"Yes, Ms. Creed. I’ll go cut some from the garden right now."

Once Mrs. Creed thought everything looked mostly in order, she went to test the wheelchair ramp.

Even if a wheelchair were to lose control, there was a long, clear path to slow it down, preventing any accidents.

Mrs. Creed considered every single detail.

Even the water dispenser was set at the perfect height for Mrs. Axton to reach from her wheelchair.

The bed was soft and comfortable, the living room clean and spacious.

The courtyard outside was already bathed in warm sunlight.

Crimson Hall faced east, receiving the most sunlight of any residence in Fairchild Estate.

The fact that the Old Master had arranged for Mrs. Axton to stay here showed how pleased he was with the Young Madam; his affection for her extended to her family.

Only after Mrs. Creed had checked every last detail and confirmed that nothing was out of place could she relax.

After busying herself with all the preparations, Mrs. Creed stood at the entrance to Crimson Hall, her eyes welling up with tears.

In a daze, it felt as though she were welcoming not just Miss Adriana, but also the mistress they had been unable to bring back from the hospital all those years ago.

’Thinking such nonsense on a day like this.’ Mrs. Creed wiped away her tears and composed herself. ’I should go make some soup for the Young Madam.’

When Luna Axton returned to the floor after completing the discharge paperwork, she saw Caleb blocking Dr. Wyatt from entering her mother’s room.

"Dr. Wyatt."

Dr. Wyatt looked like he hadn’t slept much, either. He was even more haggard than before, his eyes bloodshot.

"Mrs. Fairchild, I just want to see Jenna Axton."

"It’s useless." Luna Axton slowly closed her hand, tightening her grip on the itemized bill she was holding.

Blaze Fairchild had never told her. She had only found out when she was settling the bill moments ago.

During her hospital stay, her mother had been subjected to over three hundred CT scans and no fewer than two hundred routine blood tests.

The testing discrepancies were so glaring, she wasn’t sure who was the bigger fool.

She had also seen the electronic medical records.

Starting from the day Blaze Fairchild first showed up at the Hepatology Hospital, her mother’s medical records had become a complete mess. Full of inconsistencies and misattributed information, it was obvious that large sections had been carelessly copied and pasted.

The motive was clear: alter as much of the medical record as possible, and patch up as many holes as they could.

Because she was no longer just Luna Axton, the girl who constantly rushed between part-time jobs, school, and the hospital.

She was Mrs. Fairchild now. With Blaze Fairchild supporting her, she was no longer someone they could easily deceive.

Luna Axton’s voice was cold. "You know exactly how serious this is. Begging my mother for forgiveness isn’t going to make this go away."