Fierce Daddy: His Million-Dollar Sweetheart-Chapter 620: Do You Have Plums?

A moment later.

"Uncle Howard, where’s my mommy? Why didn’t you let her come down for dinner?"

Howard Yeats paused with what he was doing and said slowly, "I’m also waiting for her to come down for dinner, but she’s nowhere to be seen. How about Uncle Howard carries you up to call her down for dinner?"

"Okay!" Nicole nodded excitedly.

"Mr. Yeats..."

Chantel was reluctant, but Howard Yeats was already holding Nicole and standing up, giving her a cold look that frightened Chantel into silence.

She was very afraid of Howard Yeats’s icy, intimidating gaze.

Upstairs.

Ivy Linden opened the door and saw Howard Yeats holding Nicole, standing tall outside the door. Her heart skipped a beat; could it be that Howard Yeats found out Nicole brought her lunch earlier?

Ivy’s mind raced, thinking that if Howard Yeats questioned her, she would take all the blame herself.

"Mommy, Uncle Howard and I came to call you down for dinner."

Nicole’s innocent little face was full of smiles, showing no sign of being pressured or wronged.

Ivy paused, suspiciously looking at Howard Yeats. Would he be so kind?

Howard Yeats averted his gaze, seemingly indifferent to her look, as if to say that he wasn’t the one who wanted her to come down for dinner, but he reluctantly came up for Nicole’s sake.

"Alright."

With food to eat, Ivy was of course happy to accept. She had already digested her lunch, and the smell of food from below made her even hungrier.

When she sat at the dining table, Ivy didn’t hold back.

Chantel watched as Ivy devoured her food, really making a scene, as if she’d been released from prison.

Tsk tsk~

She wondered what Mr. Yeats saw in this woman. She wasn’t that pretty, and watching her eat was unpleasant.

"Mommy, you have to eat more! These delicious dishes are specially prepared for you by the auntie in the kitchen on Uncle Howard’s orders!"

The little girl’s voice was innocent, and Chantel almost spat out the food in her mouth.

Is this a joke?

Mr. Yeats had overturned the food at lunch, not allowing Ivy to eat. If it weren’t for Nicole, Mr. Yeats would still let Ivy starve. This little girl was too cunning, trying to pair up Mr. Yeats and Ivy.

Cough cough~

Ivy suddenly had a violent coughing fit.

Howard Yeats frowned; how could one choke while eating?

He reached out and handed Ivy a glass of water.

Ivy drank it, feeling more comfortable in her throat, and casually said, "Thank you." Then she realized it was Howard Yeats who handed her the water. Her cheeks reddened, feeling awkward.

After dinner.

Ivy was full but felt a bit uncomfortable in her stomach, wanting to throw up and craving something sour.

She asked the maid, "Do you have any sour plums?"

The maid did not answer Ivy but looked towards Howard Yeats.

Howard Yeats acted as if he didn’t see it, indicating that Ivy should be ignored.

Nicole tugged on Howard Yeats’s sleeve with her small hand, "Uncle Howard, could you give my mommy some sour plums? My mommy..."

Ivy immediately realized what Nicole was about to say, her eyes flashed with panic as she blurted out, "Nicole, don’t trouble Uncle Howard. Mommy will feel better with some hot water."

Howard Yeats heard Ivy’s stomach was uncomfortable, and his lips curled slightly. Her stomach never complained while with him. How long had she been away to develop a stomach problem?

Serves her right!

Howard Yeats put Nicole down, "I have some work to deal with."

Saying this, Howard Yeats walked out of the villa.

Ivy breathed a sigh of relief, but her stomach was churning, and she rushed to the trash can, retching.

The maid, having experience, guessed that Ivy was having morning sickness.

"Ivy... are you... are you pregnant?"

One of the maids asked.

Chantel suddenly said, "Who said she’s pregnant? When Mr. Yeats left, didn’t you hear her saying she just felt stomach discomfort?"

"I warn you all, don’t talk nonsense in front of Mr. Yeats. You know his temper if you say the wrong thing."

"My mommy is pregnant."

Nicole raised her small head, glaring at Chantel, "It’s still Uncle Howard’s child. Are you afraid that when Uncle Howard finds out, he’ll treat mommy well and kick you out?"

Chantel raised her hand, wanting to give Nicole a slap.

Nicole turned and ran to Ivy’s side, "Mommy, she wants to hit me."

Ivy wiped away her tears from retching, feeling a bit better in her stomach. She hugged Nicole, staring at Chantel, "Chantel, if you dare to touch my daughter, I’ll have Howard Yeats destroy you."

Chantel’s face changed drastically, staggering back two steps, then regained her composure, "Don’t try to scare me. Mr. Yeats favors me now; he hates you so much, he wouldn’t listen to you."

Ivy slowly stood up, straightening her belly, sneering, "He’s just mad that I ran away! If I tell him now I’m pregnant with his child and express regret for running away, who do you think he’d choose? Me or you?"

Chantel didn’t need to think, she already knew the answer. Mr. Yeats would choose Ivy.

But she didn’t want to give up such a good opportunity. She’d worked hard to get close to Mr. Yeats, with a bright future ahead, why should she give it up?

"If you think that way, why haven’t you told Mr. Yeats by now?" Chantel said, "Could it be... this child’s real father isn’t Mr. Yeats? Is that why you’re afraid of him finding out?"

Of course, Ivy couldn’t tell Howard Yeats. She wasn’t sure if this child could survive to the day it was born.

She deeply hoped this child could be born safely, not because the child would bind her to Howard Yeats, but because this child carried half of her blood—it was her child!

Nicole also longed for the arrival of this little sister or brother.

"Stop talking nonsense. Mommy is carrying Uncle Howard’s child. Auntie Yeats personally said so, and she personally took mommy to conceive it." Nicole was so angry her eyes turned red. She hated Chantel for suggesting mommy was carrying another man’s child.

"Jade Yeats? Hahaha... She personally took your mommy to conceive it? Then it must be someone else’s child." Chantel laughed gleefully, "Nicole, thank you so much for giving me such a great piece of news."

If Mr. Yeats found out, would he be furious at Jade Yeats? And Ivy?

Jade Yeats was peculiar, taking Ivy to bear another man’s child yet treating it like her brother’s child.

Chantel went to her room and dialed a number.

"Get me some Mifepristone and Misoprostol tablets."

"Oh NO, they’re not for me, they’re for someone else."

"How many weeks? I don’t know; what does it matter if it’s less than seven weeks? So what if there’s massive bleeding, it’s not me dying. Don’t ask so many questions, just get me the medicine and I’ll transfer you ten thousand."

Hanging up the phone, Chantel wore a satisfied smile. If the child Ivy was carrying wasn’t Howard Yeats’s, she could get rid of that fetus, and then tell Howard Yeats about Ivy being pregnant with someone else’s child. Hahaha... perfect.