The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 621 Failed Kinship Reconnection

The process of breastfeeding was indeed agonizing.

The process of breastfeeding was indeed agonizing.

Sharp, needle-like pains surged through Cecelia's chest, causing her to break out in a cold sweat. Despite the pain,

she endured it for the sake of her baby.

The pain persisted for nearly half an hour, and finally, she began to produce breast milk.

After finishing her milk, the baby let out an adorable burp, then closed her eyes once more, falling into a deep

sleep.

Despite everything, Cecelia could not find peace as her other daughter was still in the emergency room. What

would be the final outcome? She had no idea.

It wasn't until the approach of the evening that the younger daughter was assured of her safety.

When the doctor placed Cecelia's younger daughter in her arms, she was so upset that she couldn't even shed a

tear.

Compared to her healthy sister, the younger one was truly frail and pitifully sickly.

But Avery heaved a sigh of relief. Thankfully, the younger one was fine. Otherwise, Cecelia would definitely not be

able to bear it.

She gently patted Cecelia's hand, offering soft comfort, “Cecelia, the younger one is delicate, but you can nourish

her more and take good care of her from now on. The most crucial thing is to take good care of yourself.

Otherwise, you might collapse before you can even properly care for the child.”

Nina, also worried that Cecelia might lose hope, swiftly offered comfort, “Yes, Cecelia, as I've said before, I want to

be the godmother to these two children. From now on, I'll be there with you to take care of them. I promise we'll

raise these two babies to be healthy and chubby.”

Under their continuous comfort, Cecelia gradually relaxed her furrowed brows.

As she gazed at her two adorable daughters, her heart softened into a tender mush, yet at the same time, she

steeled herself.

No matter what, she was determined to raise these two children well.

I will never allow anything from the outside world to harm them!

A silver sports car sped down the highway, and as the moonlight at the stroke of nightfall fell on its body, it emitted

a mysterious glow.

Inside the car, it was exceptionally quiet.

Cayden was behind the wheel, and his gaze frequently fell on Avery, who was seated in the passenger seat.

Perhaps due to her prolonged stay in the hospital, her petite face displayed a weary pallor. Her eyes, usually as soft

as the moon, had lost their usual sparkle.

After entering the car, Avery had fallen silent.

Cayden knew she was very tired, so he didn't disturb her.

He pushed the car to its maximum speed, eager to get home quickly so she could rest in the bedroom.

He headed straight for the mansion that was halfway up the mountain.

As the dim yellow streetlight illuminated Avery's small face, she seemed to awaken from a dream, asking, “Are we

almost home?”

Cayden's gaze met hers as she woke up. He chuckled lightly, reaching out to ruffle the soft hair by her forehead.

“Silly girl, what were you so lost in thought about? We're almost home, and you're just waking up.”

Avery locked eyes with Cayden, and after a long pause, she asked in a low voice, “Cecelia is in a very dangerous

situation right now. If Griselda doesn't get the baby's bone marrow, she won't give up. That woman relies on the

power of the Whitman family and acts recklessly. I'm afraid Cecelia and her baby will be in danger. Can you send a

couple of people to protect them?”

Cayden's gaze, as sharp as a hawk's, focused on her anxious expression. “There's no need for you to worry about

this. Even if I don't send someone to protect Cecelia, Mr. Dartsley will take care of it.”

At the mention of Xavier, Avery thought about how Xavier had been at the hospital earlier but couldn't prevent

Griselda's erratic behavior. The thought of that made her feel a bit resentful toward him. Avery grumbled, “Let's

forget about Mr. Dartsley. The people he arranged couldn't stop his arrogant ex-wife. Besides, Mr. Dartsley must

have his own selfish motives, right? He probably thought about extracting marrow from Cecelia's baby to save his

son. Men, they can be such pigs.”

Cayden, with an exasperated look, gently pinched her cheek and spoke earnestly, “Your husband is not like other

men. Even if there are jerks out there, I am the exception.”

At first, Avery felt like laughing, but the thought of Cecelia, who had just given birth, robbed her of any inclination to

do so.

Cayden leaned over, affectionately kissed her soft white cheek, and gently comforted her, “Don't overthink it. As for

Mr. Dartsley and Cecelia's situation, we just need to offer the right support. We don't have the right to interfere too

much. Mr. Dartsley is a mature man. He has always been composed and rational when dealing with business cases.

I believe he will handle this personal matter just as effectively.”

The man's calm and authoritative voice resonated deeply with Avery's heart.

Resting her head on Cayden's shoulder and embracing his strong arm, she let out a soft sigh. “I hope so. Cecelia

doesn't have much family; these two babies are her whole world. If Cecelia loses them, she won't be able to carry

on. Don't be deceived by Cecelia's carefree demeanor that makes her seem as if she doesn't care about anything.

In reality, she's the most delicate and sensitive person; life has simply forced her to put on a brave face.”

Cayden hugged Avery in silence.

Her empathy, understanding, cleverness, and sensibility stirred an indescribable sense of tenderness within him.

He let out a deep sigh and gazed at her delicate profile for a long while. Tenderly caressing it once more, he then

slowly started the car again, continuing toward the mansion district.

The car window was rolled down, and the night wind brushed through Avery's long hair.

Her hair was long, and a few strands brushed against Cayden's face, carrying a faint yet pleasant scent.

Every single detail was so captivating that he couldn't help but lose himself in it.

Honestly, his love journey with Avery, though not without challenges and obstacles, had never been as fraught with

difficulties and hardships as Xavier and Cecelia's. He considered himself lucky to have met her during the most

beautiful years of his life, and to this day, they continue to navigate life together, hand in hand, with ease and

harmony.

The following day, in the study of the Lambert residence, the red-brown sandalwood filled the air with a faint woody

fragrance, adding an air of dignity and grandeur to the spacious room. It was evident that this was the study of an

elder who had a profound love for books.

Next to the study's tea table rested a set of antique tea ware, its true value not to be underestimated.

Simultaneously, a wisp of seemingly ethereal blue mist gently wafted out from the antique pot, filling the entire

space with the delightful aroma of premium Earl Grey tea.

At the coffee table, George and Jeffrey were seated facing each other.

The two of them were playing chess while casually chatting away.

Jeffrey skillfully captured one of George's pawns and then asked with a chuckle, “George, did your family's attempt

to reconnect with kin fall through a few days ago? What exactly happened? How did a fake granddaughter suddenly

appear?”

The moment the matter of the Lambert family's kinship reconnection was brought up, George immediately lost his

composure.

He became so angry he started shaking all over.