Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1211

Lilian shared the same view. “Tiffie, quit being so stubborn, would you? This is all for your own good. Staying at home during confinement is just a roundabout way to burden everyone around you, sweetie. That includes Jackson and his mom. Look, you’ll be in a weak state for about a month, just like your newborn baby, so it’d relieve all of us if we could let professionals in the post-partum center take care of you, right? Besides, we have the money for this now. Using it for an appropriate service isn’t a waste of anything. And stop saying how unsafe it’ll be! Jackson will always be by your side anyway!”

Tiffany furrowed her eyebrows, silently seething. It did not matter what they said. She did not want to stay in a foreign environment for a month, no matter how high-class that place was. It would never be as comfortable as her own home. Heck, all these days staying in the hospital were driving her nuts. Every day she wished she could just go home already.

Jackson read her expression and hurriedly supplied. “It’s alright, Moms. Let Tiffie decide this, alright? As long as she’s happy, it will never be a burden. Plus, I’m pretty good at taking care of a baby and making good food, and if I can’t handle it, I can always hire a nanny. It’s no trouble at all. Besides… I doubt the confinement meals I make can’t compare to the professional ones made in these postpartum centers.”

Lilian pursed her lips. “God, you’re babying her again.”

Jackson smiled instead of answering her. Of course, he would baby Tiffany—she was his babe.

There were a lot of people in Tiffany’s ward today, which deprived Arianne the chance to have a more personal, best-friend-only chat with Tiffany. After a while, Arianne left with Mark, fully aware that Tiffany was now a celebrity under the limelight, and no amount of friendship would award Arianne the time to chat with her. Not that it was a bad thing, as it was genuinely heartwarming that so many people cared about Tiffany.

They returned to the Tremont Estate, but no sooner after they went in, Mark suddenly halted in his steps. Arianne, who was changing into her indoor shoes, asked quizzically, “What are you doing? Why aren’t you going in?”

Mark signaled her to be quiet, and Arianne followed his line of sight.