Although Blanca Roach is pregnant, she has been going to work recently because her pregnancy response is relatively good.
On the contrary, Alan Grant, for perhaps the reason of the child in Blanca Roach’s belly, surprisingly also gradually accepted Blanca Roach.
“Blanca, you’re about to have a baby, pay attention to that.”
Another six or seven months passed and the weather warmed up as the day of delivery approached. In the summer heat, Blanca Roach lay on the couch in the sun and looked at Rosanne Butler, who was also sitting beside her.
“Mom, I know, Matthew Grant arranged for bodyguards to follow me every day, in case if the birth is really going to happen, there is no delay!”
Although Salome Wally had been sent to the police some time ago and sentenced to ten years in prison, Matthew Grant was still not quite sure about it and froze the bodyguard to follow Blanca Roach.
Blanca Roach thought it was a bit too flashy.
But the child is indeed very important to himself, so Blanca Roach did not continue to insist.
“The Grant family has not given you a hard time?
“No, we’re fine! Grandpa even asked Mrs. Brown to bring over a lot of food and drinks not long ago, as if he was more precious to the boy than I am.”
Blanca Roach laughed helplessly at the mention of Alan Grant.
Maybe it’s because when people get older, they care more about family, so Alan Grant is quite good to himself.
Besides, Alan Grant actually appreciated Blanca Roach at the beginning, just because he was afraid that she would influence Matthew Grant, which is why …
“Or better yet, when I first gave birth to you, let you be carried away, this is always a piece of heartache in the heart of the mother ah.” Rosanne Butler’s nose got a little sour when she remembered what happened before.
If that hadn’t happened, she wouldn’t have been separated from her own flesh and blood for 20 years.
Rosanne Butler shook Blanca Roach’s hand, “Thank goodness God has the eyes to reunite us.”
“Don’t worry mom, we will … ah …” Blanca Roach said, suddenly the tone changed, only to feel a strange feeling in her stomach.
Rosanne Butler immediately noticed, “What’s going on? Is it a baby?”
“No, I don’t think so. We’re still a few days away from the due date!”
Blanca Roach’s features were all screwed together, but as her body was about to collapse, Rosanne Butler called her bodyguard to take Blanca Roach to the hospital, and on the way, she called Matthew Grant to inform him.
“Blanca, you hold on, you hold on for a while. The hospital will be here soon!”
“Ah!”
Blanca Roach got her hands on Rosanne Butler’s, her fingertips were white, her face was pale, and beans of sweat had covered her whole face.
“It hurts …”
“Come on, in drive faster ah!”
Rosanne Butler urged the driver, and the driver did not dare to slow down, and hurriedly accelerated the speed.
“Matthew Grant, you quickly come to the hospital ah, your wife is in labor!”
Rosanne Butler’s voice was very anxious. Matthew Grant was in a meeting and saw that the caller ID was his wife, so he didn’t dare to slow down and picked up the phone, and heard his mother-in-law’s voice.
He immediately shot up, grabbed his jacket directly from the chair and headed out.
“What’s going on here? What’s happening?”
“The meeting was only halfway through, why did the president leave?”
“It can’t be that something has happened to the company …”
People in the meeting room were talking, and after a while, Curtis Irwin hurriedly came in, “Everyone take a moment, the president’s wife is about to give birth, the meeting is postponed.”