When it was time for Chloe to visit her maiden family, people in the four families gathered. Chloe found a chance to speak to Sophia, holding her hands, "Sophia, I'm so glad you'll move to Sealand. If you don't, I'll ask you to go there."
Sophia looked at her in confusion. "What happened?"
Chloe blushed. "I'm pregnant."
Feeling surprised, Sophia asked, "Really? How long?"
"Half a month only. Bailey and I got married not long ago. Since that day, we have... I didn't expect to get pregnant after our first time."
Sophia giggled, "Isn't it good?"
"Not really. I haven't enjoyed our private moments yet. Now I'm afraid we cannot go on our honeymoon."
"You will have plenty of time in the future. You can reschedule the honeymoon."
"It'll be different. Our child might look for us shortly after we leave. We won't have plenty of time."
"What will you do, then? You cannot give up on your baby, right?"
"Of course not!"
Chloe and Bailey had dated for several years before marrying. Now, they had a baby, so they must keep it.
"Congratulations, Chloe!"
"Save it! You know I'm upset."
Sophia chuckled.
"Sophia, if you didn't marry Drake, you would still interact with him after returning to Sealand this time. Anyway, it's your destiny."
In the past, Sophia didn't believe in destiny. However, she still married Drake after so many things had happened. It proved a lot of things were planned by God.
"Congratulations, Sophia! I'm so thrilled for you," Chloe said from the bottom of her heart.
Sophia beamed at Helena. "Our most important things will finish soon. How about you, Helena? You cannot be far behind."
Looking at Travis in the distance, Helena curled her lips into a smile. "No worries. I've postponed my appointments. I'll try to win Travis' heart in the following six months. If I fail, I'll give him up."
Sophia and Chloe gestured at her. "Come on, Helena!"
Helena nodded.
The five days passed soon. Since Drake should pick Sophia up from Pinkerton, he couldn't drive to her. Instead, he prepared the private jets.
It was the first time THAT many jets were used in a wedding.
Wherever the jets passed, the roars of them shocked people below. They all stopped staring at their phones and looked up.
That kind of scene didn't often appear except in the war.
Some asked, "What's going on? Is there a war?"
"A war? They are not fighters. All private jets."
"Private jets? I saw some flowers on them."
"No way! Are they picking up the bride?" a woman chimed in.
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