Flash Marriage: My Penniless Billionaire Husband

This was Janice’s first time hearing such an ingenious explanation. "If that’s the case, then I must thank the existence of these marks."

"Of course, you can view it differently a kind of beautiful memory, between you, me and our baby."

Christopher’s words made Janice very touched. "Hubby, that’s great. I’m relieved that you don’t mind."

As soon as she finished speaking, Christopher flicked her on the forehead with his finger.

"What are you thinking all day? Why would I dislike these stretch marks? Even if you have these all over your body in the future, I won’t mind."

"Wouldn’t I become a toad if I have these marks all over my body?"

Janice was rendered speechless.

Christopher chuckled. "Even if you become a toad, I don’t mind."

"You are the toad."

Janice rebuked him affectionately.

That day, Christopher ordered Rob to make a police report and assist with collecting some necessary evidence.

Now that technology was so advanced, it was impossible for the mother and daughter pair to enjoy themselves without consequences.

After Christopher finished giving instructions, he went back to the bedroom and found that Janice was already asleep, half-lying on the sofa. Because of her big belly, she didn’t seem to sleep well, and she frowned from time to time.

It seemed to be very agonizing.

He stared at Janice. When he thought of how careful she had been when she told him about her stretch marks, his heart felt tight.

In fact, her worries were unnecessary. She had suffered so much for this pregnancy, he would love her and would never abandon her.

No matter what she looked like in the future, he would love her as before.

With such thoughts on his mind, he slowly walked over, bent down and gently lifted her clothes, and planted a gentle kiss on those ferocious lines.

Then he picked her up from the sofa and gently put her on the big bed. He covered her with the quilt and quietly left.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he informed the housekeeper that Janice was sleeping before leaving with his car keys.

Recently, there had been a lot of work at the company. He took advantage of Janice’s nap to deal with some of it.

Janice slept until five o’clock in the evening.

She got up from the bed and looked out of the window. It was getting dark.

She went downstairs after not finding Christopher in the bedroom.

The nanny saw her come down and she went up to her.

"Madam, Sir has gone to the company. He said that he would be back before dinner."

Janice nodded. During this period, Christopher had often gone to the company, but he was always home by mealtime.

She sat down on the sofa, turned on the TV, and watched the news for a while.

However, she remembered her father’s condition. Although she heard what the doctor said, she was still worried.

Therefore, she called Yvonne, who was also a doctor.

"Yvonne, is it true that terminal stomach cancer can’t be cured?"

Yvonne had just entered the changing room and was about to get off work when she got Janice’s call. She was stunned for a moment and then asked, "If it’s late-stage, there is indeed no cure. However, if you are willing to cooperate with the treatment, there is still a possibility to delay its progress. Why are you suddenly asking this?"

Yvonne was confused.

Janice honestly replied, "I met my father in the hospital today, and he has terminal stomach cancer."

...

Yvonne was taken aback. Even though she knew what had happened in Janice’s family, she was still a little worried. After all, Janice had always valued relationships and would not just stand by and watch.

"What are you going to do?"

"I have no idea. I can only get him to be hospitalized and treated for now." Janice replied.

"This is a relatively appropriate treatment plan for now, but you have to be mentally prepared, Janice, cancer patients may worsen at any time. That is to say, they may look fine now, but their cancer cells may spread and they may die in the next second."

Janice knew this.

She said, "I will. By the way, which department is that senior of yours from before?"

Janice asked.

Yvonne replied. "He’s from the neurology department. I’m sorry. I can’t help you."

Janice responded, "It’s fine, I was just asking. By the way, isn’t it time you got off work?"

Yvonne nodded and said, "I was just about to change my clothes and go home."

"Then you go. Let’s talk another day."

"Okay."

Yvonne hung up the phone, feeling a little worried.

Just now, she heard Janice mention that her father had stomach cancer, and she remembered that she hadn’t seen her father for a long time.

However, when she thought about how he was always in his study, she felt that her concern was unnecessary. She put away the phone and changed her clothes, but just as she was about to leave, the phone rang.

Speak of the devil, Yvonne thought just as Brant White’s name flashed on the screen.

She picked the call up resignedly. "Hello."

"Yvonne, you haven’t been home in ages. I miss you so much."

Brant’s gentle voice came from the other end of the phone.

Yvonne frowned. Even he wouldn’t believe himself.

"Dad, aren’t you busy recently? Why do you have time to think of me?"

She said sarcastically.

Brant was a little embarrassed. "Don’t talk about me like that. Even if I was busy at the company, you are still my daughter. How can I not miss my daughter?"

Yvonne snorted coldly in her heart.

Other fathers did miss their daughters, but it was impossible for Brant.

After so many years, she had seen through him.

"Yvonne, don’t take your aunt’s words to heart. She’s always been straightforward and doesn’t take other people’s opinions seriously. She means no harm."

Brant spoke when she remained silent for a long time.

Yvonne thought to herself, "I wonder how malicious must her words be for him to qualify it as malicious."

"Just tell me, what is it you want?"

Yvonne did not want to drag the call with him and spoke directly.

Brant then said, "It’s nothing. I just missed you. Come home for dinner."

Yvonne replied without thinking, "I’m not free these days."

"Yvonne, can you spare a thought for me?"

Rant’s pleading voice came from the other end of the line. Yvonne found it funny. Was he begging her to go home for dinner?

"Yvonne, I’m begging you. Come home and let’s have a private meal together."

Brant implored again.

Yvonne’s heart softened a little.

She paused for a moment before nodding.

"Okay, I’ll go back."

Anyway, it was just a meal.

She put away the phone, walked out of the lab, and drove straight back to the White residence.

...

When she arrived at the White family’s house, the door was open, as if someone had already known that she was coming.

She drove in and stopped in the yard. When she walked in, she was surprised to see several elders of the White family.

Yvonne could not help frowning. "Didn’t he want to eat with me alone?"

"Why are so many people here?"

It seemed that she had been deceived.

Yvonne’s first reaction was to turn around and leave, but it was too late. Brant had already seen her.

"Yvonne!"

Brant walked forward.

Yvonne only felt ridiculous. "Didn’t you say that there was only you and me?"

Brant wore an awkward look.

"Your uncles came suddenly, and I just found out."

Yvonne did not believe these words at all. Her father was always leading the charge, how could he not know anything.

"Brant, since Yvonne is here, let’s eat."

At this time, Miles, her second uncle, spoke.

"Yes, Brant, everyone is hungry. Let’s eat."

Her third uncle, Roy White, spoke as well.

All eyes were on both father and daughter.

Yvonne found it ridiculous that everyone knew how to come over to eat and drink for free.

How many times had this happened since her childhood?

Yvonne had originally wanted to leave, but when she saw this scene, she decided not to.

With her around, she would make sure no one would be able to enjoy this meal.

Thinking of this, she turned around, walked back, and said to the housekeeper standing at the door of the kitchen, "Since my uncles and aunts are hungry, let’s start the meal."

The housekeeper nodded.

With that, the meal began, and everyone rushed to take their seats.

It was like refugees fighting for food.

No one would believe that the White Family would have elders who acted like such.

Yvonne felt disgusted.

When Brant saw that everyone had taken their seats, he slowly took his seat and said like a boss, "Tonight is a family dinner. Let’s just eat and not talk about business."

The gobbling people answered perfunctorily.

"Yvonne, have a seat as well."

As Brant spoke, he pulled out a seat next to him and gestured for Yvonne to sit down.

However, before Yvonne could sit down, Grace appeared out of nowhere. "Brant, you don’t mind if I sit here, right?" She plopped herself down on that seat. Brant just smiled awkwardly.

Yvonne felt that Grace was ridiculous and did not argue with her. She walked to another seat and sat down. When she looked up, she met Grace’s provocative gaze.

Yvonne did not understand why Grace was so hostile to her.

It was just a seat, she could sit if she wanted to.

However, when she thought about how Grace had always been tyrannical at home, she didn’t find it strange at all.

"How are you, Yvonne? I heard that you got along well with Mr. Taylor. Your aunt Lisa saw you guys at dinner last time."

Halfway through the meal, Grace suddenly spoke up.

"Yes, we had dinner."

Yvonne spoke the truth.

"When will you invite him home?"

Grace asked again.

"We’re just ordinary friends. That’s not necessary." Yvonne replied.

However, Grace smiled and said, "It doesn’t matter if you are just ordinary friends now, as long as you will be lovers in the future. Anyway, we regard the Taylors as our in-laws now, so you need to hurry up with Mr. Taylor."

Yvonne hated hearing Grace mention this.

Ever since she was a child, she had never been able to make friends, especially friends with good family backgrounds.