Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler novel Chapter 662

Chapter 662

The nurse replied with a happy text, [of course! As long as your physical criteria are met, there wouldn't be any problem.]

Joanne let out a dull sigh. She looked at the gloomy sky, suddenly feeling as if there was something pressing on her chest. It was very uncomfortable, and she struggled to breathe.

In the Rolls-Roice, as soon as old Lady Atherton got into the car, the driver could clearly feel that she was in a very good mood.

She was grinning uncontrollably. It was a very rare sight for her to behave this way!

The driver wanted to accompany Old Lady Atherton for her meal earlier, but she insisted that he stay in the car so she could spend her time with Joanne alone.

"Ma'am, what's the matter? You look really happy," asked the driver.

"Of course. I'm going to have a little great-grandson!" Old Lady Atherton raised her eyebrows proudly. "Give Eddy a call. Tell him I'm sick and that I wanted to see him," she instructed the driver.

The driver frowned but dared not refute the old lady's words. He proceeded and dialed Edwin's number as told.

In less than half an hour, Edwin arrived at his old home in a hurry after learning that his grandmother was sick.

As he entered the home, he saw old Lady Atherton sitting on the sofa and watching TV, seemingly healthy.

Edwin raised his eyebrows. "Granny, you pretended to be sick, so I could come to see you. Don't tell me you've set me up on another blind date once again."

Old Lady Atherton picked up the remote control and pressed the pause button.

On the television screen, Joanne was seen being interviewed by reporters, she seemed uncomfortable, not saying anything in the interview, she looked really shy and was blushing in front of the camera.

Old Lady Atherton was actually fond of how Joanne was. As long as she could give her a great-grandson, she would acknowledge and accept her.

"Do you know this girl?" Old Lady Atherton motioned to Edwin as she pointed at the screen.

He looked at the television and replied, "She's an artist, which my company was about to sign."

"I met her in the afternoon. Apparently she is pregnant. Is the child yours?" Old Lady Atherton asked casually.

Edwin's initially calm face sank immediately as he heard this, " Granny, stop joking."

"So, you didn't do anything to her?"

Edwin did not say anything. His mind flashbacked to that night half a month ago. "I will take care of it," he said in an irritable voice.

Old Lady Atherton knew her guess was right, she threw the remote control angrily on the coffee table.

She yelled at Edwin, "What do you mean?! What are you going to do? Drag her to a hospital for an abortion? And let my little great- grandson turn into a pool of blood? How often do you see four generations living under the same roof together? Are you going to ruin this?"