In the evening, under the nanny's guidance, Gilbert managed to put his child to sleep on his shoulder. At the same time, Marigold's surgery also ended.Jenny had changed out of her surgeon clothes and was about to go in to see the child when Alec stopped her. He carefully opened the door to let Jenny peek in through a small gap. "Well, look at that. I guess someone is able to tie him down, after all."Alec was right. Gilbert was completely enthralled by the child. He was so smitten to the point that he'd completely forgotten he was supposed to go to Mount Wallington."How did the surgery go?" Alec asked."I think it was a success, but she needs to focus on recovery after the surgery. I don't think she should take care of the child," Jenny answered.Alec smiled, thinking that it wouldn't be a problem. "Isn't Gilbert doing well taking care of the baby? Maybe he can take care of the baby's mother too.""Are you suggesting..." Jenny dragged out the last word suggestively and laughed.
At first, Marigold only wanted to live better for the sake of her child. However, the more she stayed at Gilbert's villa, she couldn't help but start to have some other thoughts."Since he agreed to let me stay here, does it mean he didn't despise me as much as he did before?" Marigold wondered hopefully.With that thought in mind, Marigold became eager to receive treatment; it could even be said that she was enthusiastic. She wanted to stay alive until her child grew up and live until she and Gilbert grew old together.Gilbert noticed how she'd changed but kept it to himself. He didn't think much about it. He agreed to let Marigold stay with him partly because of the child and partly because of Jenny's intervention. How he regarded Marigold, however, remained mostly unchanged.Apart from occasionally checking on the child from time to time, he didn't really interact much with Marigold. Most of the time, life remained the same for him. He was busy as ever and wholeheartedly poured
Gilbert didn't know what her true thoughts were. He couldn't help but chuckle a little in response to her words. "Why do you consider that extreme? Couldn't going there mean I've decided to let go of the past and begin a new chapter?""Um..." Marigold opened her mouth, looking for the right words. But in the end, she closed her mouth. She realized she didn't have much to say to that. She thought Gilbert was right; why would that be considered an extreme act?Seeing her dazed expression, Gilbert retracted his gaze that was on her and focused on his cooking. "Alright, go wait in the living room."This time, Marigold finally did as she was told. Without a word, she turned and went back to the living room, silently sitting down and looking in the direction of the kitchen. From there, she could see Gilbert's figure faintly."Actually, who's the one still holding on to the past?" Marigold wondered. She didn't have an answer to that. The only thing she got was a headache trying to figure
After finishing their pasta, they each went back to their rooms. Marigold stopped by the next room next to hers to check on her baby.She sat by the bed, looking at the child, who was sleeping peacefully. That little face was incredibly adorable, making her unable to resist the urge to give him a kiss. But she held herself back from giving in to that temptation, as she was afraid of waking the child.Although the child was currently taken care of by a nanny, she knew how much of a ruckus he would make if he started crying at night. Hence, she couldn't wake him up at any cost."My baby, your daddy acknowledges that you're his child." Even though she'd initially made up her mind that she would raise the child alone, with or without Gilbert, she still hoped that Gilbert would acknowledge the child as his. Perhaps deep down, she wished for the child to be able to grow up with a father figure.Growing up in the Wagner family, her father never gave her anything much besides holding the t
Caleb.Marigold knew that the name meant loyal, faithful, and whole. It was indeed a good name. She couldn't help but smile at the name Gilbert picked for their child. He'd probably chosen it hoping that his son would be a pure and noble person in the future."Caleb... Caleb..." Marigold looked at the baby in the cot and unknowingly beamed from ear to ear. "From today onwards, you have a name. Your name is Caleb, and your nickname will be..." Marigold repeated the name again and again in her head and finally came up with the nickname Cal. "Your nickname will be Cal," Marigold announced. The baby smiled. It was unclear whether it was because Marigold was making him laugh or because he genuinely liked his name. Nonetheless, he seemed to be quite pleased.On the same day, Jenny and the rest learned of the child's name too.Jenny called Marigold and asked her, "Did Gilbert choose the name himself?""I guess he probably came up with the name himself. Judging from the obvious dark cir
When Marigold arrived at the hospital, Jenny was there to greet her and personally accompany her for her health examination. After reviewing the results and confirming that there were no major issues at the moment, Jenny was visibly relieved.Marigold saw everything Jenny did for her, and a complicated emotion arose in her heart."Thank you." The two of them stood at the entrance of the hospital. Marigold didn't know what else to say to Jenny besides her gratitude. If Jenny hadn't persuaded Gilbert to take care of the child and convinced him to let her stay at his villa, Marigold couldn't imagine how she would have ended up.She would be raising the child alone, carrying her child with her while going to the hospital for her treatments. Although she would have the money that Gilbert gave her and wouldn't live a life that was too miserable or pathetic, it definitely wouldn't compare to her current life.She felt nothing but gratitude toward Jenny."I'm sorry!" Before Jenny could sa
When night fell, Marigold was sitting on the sofa in the living room. She was normally already asleep at this hour, but today, she didn't feel the least bit drowsy. The words Jenny had said to her in the afternoon kept replaying in her head, and she began to reflect on herself. Perhaps she'd been wrong. Was her child destined to be inferior to others just because his parents didn't get married? Jenny had reminded her of an important point.While being lost in her thoughts, she heard the sound of a car outside. Gilbert was home. Soon, the living room door was opened, and in came Gilbert. After turning on the lights, he spotted Marigold sitting on the sofa. Feeling puzzled, he asked, "It's late. Why are you still awake?""I have something to discuss with you." Marigold looked at him resolutely—she'd finally made a decision. Gilbert didn't hurry to sit down and listen attentively. Instead, he leisurely put his bag aside, walked over, and grabbed a glass of water. Only then did he ask,
"Okay." Marigold nodded in agreement. She knew Gilbert was right. She would have many other chances to personally organize such events for her child in the future. But if she were to succumb to illness, she wouldn't be able to witness their child's growth.Seeing that she no longer insisted, Gilbert felt relieved and got up. Then, he walked toward the kitchen. "Do you want some pasta?"Marigold was rendered speechless, not quite comprehending his sudden unrelated question.A little over ten minutes later, Marigold looked at the plate of pasta in front of her, lost in thought."Do you skip dinner every day?" She couldn't help but ask. If Gilbert had indeed waited until this late to eat on a daily basis, it was very unhealthy for his body.Gilbert continued eating his pasta without noticing the flicker of concern in Marigold's eyes. "I'm way too busy with work at the company."If Marigold hadn't said she was hungry the previous night, he wouldn't have eaten dinner at all. As for to