Chapter 270 Suppression
“Hank!” Alma suddenly came out of the quilt. Her eyes were shaking, and her expression was absent-minded. “Why did you come to see me so early?” Alma forced a smile, and her heart was beating strongly. She did not know if Hank had heard what she had just said. For a moment, her face flushed red and her voice trembled. Hank was still holding breakfast in his hand. Seeing her reaction, he frowned and said, “I came to see you before going to the company.”
No matter what, Alma was pregnant with his flesh and blood.
Although he could not feel the responsibility and love that a father should have, he would still do what he should do. Alma held the sheet in her hand and secretly hung up the phone. After adjusting her expression, she hid her phone and got off the bed. Her arm slowly stretched out and wrapped around the man’s arm.
“I knew that I have a place in your heart.”
“Eat slowly. I have a meeting to attend.” Hank looked at the food.
“Hank, if you have time, why don’t you give our child a name? I think our baby will definitely like the name you give him.” Alma smiled gently and innocently.
The coldness in Hank’s eyes showed signs of loosening. “Okay.” The door then closed. “That was close,” Alma said as she slumped into her chair and heaved a heavy sigh of relief.
She was certain that no one would come in again. Just as she was about to lock the door, Wendy smiled and pushed it open. “Alma, do you know what Hank told me just now?” she asked.
“What? Look at how happy you are. He was here to deliver breakfast to me,” Alma scoffed. “No, no, no, you’re too short-sighted! Hank told me to get his assistant to come over in the afternoon to give you a house. He wants to give you a house!” “A house?” Alma’s eyes lit up. Wasn’t this what she dreamed of? After becoming Mrs. Barnwell and marrying into a wealthy family, no one would ever
talk about her as a fake daughter behind her back. “I knew it. As long as I keep this child, I will definitely succeed. In a few years, I will give Hank another child. I will see how Lyra will compete with me.” Alma raised her white neck. “Yes, so you should restrain yourself a little and keep a distance from Terry.” Recently, Wendy’s eyelids kept twitching. She always felt that Terry was not someone to be trifled with. Alma lowered her eyes and muttered, “He is him and I am me. Everyone just takes what they need.” The love and concern she received from Terry was indeed something that Hank had never given her.
At least it had not been exposed yet. As long as she was more careful, Hank would not know.
Alma lowered her head and stroked her stomach. “I will get whatever I want.” When Hank walked out of the hospital, the driver had already driven over and stopped in front of him.
Keith immediately got out of the car and went around the car door. “Mr. Barnwell, I’ve checked everything. This is He Yuqing’s personal information.”
Hank pulled it with a hand and stepped into the car.
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