Twins in Her Womb (Bianca and Luke Crawford novel) novel Chapter 23

There were many things the boy still did not understand, so he stood at the bathroom door and waited for his father to come out after his shower.

When Luke emerged from the shower, he only had a towel around his waist. He was completely shirtless, his well-toned chest glistening with sexy water droplets.

“Dad, I’m sure Miss Bea has parents too, so why do you have to raise her?” Blanche could not figure that part out.

Luke sat down, spreading his legs and wiping his dripping hair with his towel. He asked, “How old are you? How old is she?”

“Hmm, I’m five…” Blanche replied. “But I don’t know how old she is.”

Luke looked at his son and replied seriously, "You’re five and she’s twenty-four. You two are nineteen years apart. You’ll grow up very soon, and you’ll become a grown man just like me. When that happens, you’ll have a career and a dream you want to pursue. At that time, I’ll be in my fifties, soon to grow old. The same goes for your Miss Bea. One day, we’ll become as old as your great-grandfather, but plenty of time will pass before that. A man’s shoulders tend to be stronger than a woman’s when it comes to withstanding matters of life and death, sickness and old age, under all that stress and pressure.”

The boy nodded firmly!

He knew that. Dad told him before that a man’s shoulders were meant to support the entire family, young and old.

Blanche thought it over again and said, “But Miss Bea will have her husband and kids. Dad, are you going to take care of Miss Bea and her husband?”

If so, Dad was being way too kind.

“Why would I take care of her husband?” Luke gave his son a cold look when he heard that. Standing up, he tossed away his half-wet towel, refusing to speak another word of this with his son.

Her husband?

That Jean Langdon?

Luke frowned his chiseled brows.

The boy lowered his head and tapped his index fingers together. He had no idea what he had said wrong to anger his father again.

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On the other hand, at Regal Capital.

Bianca did not know what time she fell asleep that night.

Her nightmares kept her terrified in the dark of the night, but when dawn broke, her head hurt so badly that she could not wake up.

Her phone vibrated.

She did not notice at all.

It was a WeChat message from Jean that said, “Bianca, I’m guessing that you’re still asleep, and I hope this message doesn’t disturb you. I’ll be really busy today, so I’m sorry but I won’t be able to visit you. If your cold isn’t better yet, remember to take your medicine. I’ll see you at work on Monday. My mom said she’ll pay you a visit today, so she got up early in the morning to make chicken soup. I told her your address.”

Bianca was asleep, so she did not immediately see that message.

Outside the neighborhood.

It was sunny now after the rain last night.

The sunlight was not terribly bright. Instead, it was warm when it shone on your face, and the humidity in the air was just right.

Jean’s mother carried her chicken soup with her, her hand supporting the bottom of the flask. After she disembarked from the bus, she happily made a beeline for the Regal Capital neighborhood.

The place was a little on the old side.

It was not the newest neighborhood in town, but it probably would not be taken down in the next fifteen years either. Most developers would not be able to do much with this part of town.