Chapter 85: Meeting the Parents
What good would it do for him to be anxious?
Shen Xinghui, the one who would be giving birth, must be even more scared and uncertain.
He had thought he’d have more time to prepare, but his body was already changing rapidly, as if forcing the situation.
If he couldn’t support Shen Xinghui now, he wasn’t worthy of being a husband, let alone a father.
When the smell was blocked out, Shen Xinghui’s condition stabilized somewhat.
Still, he looked tired, and Ignatius could tell he still had a slight fever.
Shen Xinghui ate the fruit they had brought cautiously, but his stomach was probably still hungry.
As he continued to eat, Ignatius intervened, worried that eating too much might make him feel sick again.
Sitting back comfortably on the sofa, Ignatius wrapped his arm around Shen Xinghui’s shoulder and leaned in close.
Naturally, his eyes fell on Shen Xinghui’s still-flat abdomen.
Even now, their child was growing inside him.