She found it a bit hard to imagine how big it would be.
Owen Moreland keenly noticed the fluctuations in her emotions and looked down to ask her, "What's wrong?"
Amelia Clarke withdrew her gaze and shook her head, "Nothing."
The top-floor VIP ward of the hospital.
Madam Moreland's condition had improved a lot and she no longer needed to breathe through an oxygen tube. Old Master Moreland had been staying in her room lately.
When Amelia Clarke and Owen Moreland arrived, an American expert was in the room giving Madam Moreland a wake-up treatment.
Old Master Moreland sat in the sofa, his expression solemn. Seeing Amelia Clarke and Owen Moreland push the door and enter, his gaze swept over their faces before immediately landing on Amelia Clarke's belly.
A flicker of joy passed through his cloudy yet sharp eyes.
"Grandfather," Owen Moreland said, holding Amelia Clarke's hand as they walked over.
Amelia Clarke also sweetly called out, "Grandfather."
