Vicente and Noah went to see the two babies together in the nursery ward of the hospital. Since both babies were still premature, they were kept in separate incubators along with the other premature babies, and so Vicente and Noah could only observe the babies through the huge glass wall.
The children's eyes hadn't opened yet. All you could see was pure innocence on their faces. Nevertheless, there was a cuteness in them, loud and clear, even beneath their wrinkled appearance. As they stared at the babies, Vicente had the sudden urge to hug them.
"Look! They are my sons." Without looking away from the babies, Vicente raised her elbow to nudge Noah, trying to get his attention. She was smiling from ear to ear.
Feeling Vicente's nudge, Noah looked at the two boys who looked exactly the same. He stayed like this for a while, until he noticed them move their tiny hands. At this point, he could not help but raise his hands to touch the glass, feeling the desire to hold their tiny hands.
The newborn children were just too pure and too cute to resist.
However, after a closer look of the babies, Noah's face frowned and he seemed to have realized something. He glanced at Vicente and asked, "Are they more than six months old?"
"Yes," Vicente answered with a nod, without thinking much about Noah's question. "Aww, poor boys! They have to come out sooner from Nina's belly than they were due! It's sad to think that they will have to stay in these incubators for a period of time and won't be able to lie beside her."
Noah looked at Vicente with a frown. He then stared at the babies as his eyes twinkled. "Are you sure? They don't look like premature babies of more than six months. I don't want to rain on your parade, but premature babies such as them normally have a survival rate that is very low. These babies look healthy to me."
The corners of Vicente's mouth immediately dropped. The smile on her face was now replaced with a frozen expression. She avoided eye contact with Noah and looked away from the children.
"I think it's almost done. I'll go check on Demi and ask her what's going on," Vicente said, quickly changing the topic.
Because of how she reacted, Noah became even more doubtful. His suspicion that the biological father of the two children was John and not Vicente just became stronger.
Besides, Noah knew that Nina had a deep love for John, so how could she let another man other than him touch her in the slightest?
Furthermore, even if she happened to really sleep with Vicente, as soon as she woke up, she should have a deep hatred for Vicente. Therefore, their relationship should not be as close as it was now.
Compared to a real couple with genuine feelings for each other, the way they got along with each other and the emotions in their eyes looked more like an intimacy of friends than lovers.
Besides, Noah was sure Vicente liked men.
As Noah stared at Vicente's retreating figure, he felt like Vicente was fleeing, dodging the topic Noah was just getting started with.
Even then, he didn't have that much evidence yet to prove his suspicion, so all he could do now was follow him.
The two walked side by side to Demi's ward in silence.
Demi's injury compared to Nina was more serious. She was wrapped tightly like a mummy from head to toe with only a pair of eyes left uncovered. Her left leg was also hung high with a brace.
Even if Demi had the more serious injury and that Nina only had her forehead hurt, Nina was still unconscious.
"Count Nangong..." As soon as she heard the sound of the door being opened, Demi glanced towards it with difficulty. Seeing that it was Vicente, she felt a little relieved and excited that she tried to sit up.
Realizing what Demi was trying to do, Vicente immediately walked over towards her and pressed her shoulder gently. "Stay down. It's okay."
Demi nodded slightly and lay back obediently. Then, she leaned her head slowly on the side to be able to look at Vicente properly. With concern, she asked, "How's your wife? Is she okay? I'm really sorry. This is all my fault. I was too focused chatting with her that I wasn't able to notice the traffic lights turn red. It was an accident. I'm really sorry, Count Nangong. Please, I beg you, punish me, so I can pay back what I have done."
Noah stood behind Vicente and noticed how Demi spoke all this in one breath, as if she had practiced it before.
He had this strong feeling inside of him that he observed Demi for a moment.
He wasn't certain if it was because there were too many people spying on Nina in the cinema that made him feel a little nervous. Whenever there was someone who tried to get close to her, Noah could not help but feel doubt.
"Really? How could you not notice the traffic lights when you were driving?" Vicente asked with a frown. She was angry at Demi.
Demi looked away and lowered her head with guilt. "I am really sorry. I admit to my faults. I'm sorry for letting you down, and I'm also really sorry for the babies in her belly."
Tears started streaming down her bandaged face. Then, she turned to look at him again and added, "Please, Count Nangong, punish me. Punish me any way you want, but please let me continue to be your assistant. I will take any punishment, I swear, but please, let me keep my position. I won't ever try to disappoint you again. I promise."
As Vicente stood there beside the bed, looking down at Demi, she felt very uncomfortable with what and how the situation turned out.
She had changed a lot of assistants, but only Demi was the most reliable one. She wondered how Demi let such a thing happen so carelessly.
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