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Looking at Marcus Thorne’s photo on the screen, it felt as though ages had passed.
From then on, Marcus Thorne no longer existed in this world.
11:57 AM d
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I saw a heartbroken Eleanor Thorne at the entrance of the mansion.
After a short time apart, her hair had turned completely white, as if life had been drained from her overnight.
Seeing me, she choked back tears and handed me a file.
“Elara, this was Marcus’s last wish. Please
you must accept it.”
“He has gratuitously transferred all assets under Thorne Industries to you. He said you were the person he had wronged the most in this life.”
Seeing my hesitation, she continued,
“Marcus has already made arrangements for me, you don’t need to worry. Just accept
it
with peace
of mind.”
She patted my arm and shuffled away.
A large sum of money appeared in my bank account. With Julian Blackwood’s help, I donated all of it to a children’s foundation.
It would provide assistance to children across the country, fulfilling Marcus’s wish, in a way.
After returning from our honeymoon, I often felt my stomach unsettled. I thought it was just something I’d eaten during the trip and didn’t pay it much mind.
One day, I had just gotten out of bed and walked to the bathroom when my vision went black, and I fainted.
When I woke up, Julian Blackwood was sitting by the hospital bed, his eyes red–rimmed, staring at me
intently.
Seeing me awake, he quickly wiped away his tears and pulled me into a tight embrace, as if he wanted to meld me into his very
being.
I asked, puzzled,
“What’s wrong?”
“Am I sick?”
He murmured in my ear,
“Wife, thank you! I love you!”
He held me like that for a long time, and I still couldn’t figure out what was going on.
It wasn’t until the doctor came in later to congratulate me on being pregnant with quadruplets that I finally understood.
Julian Blackwood was utterly immersed in the news, completely bewildered, as if in a dream.
Three days later, he finally snapped out of it, telling everyone he met that he was going to be a father.
Soon, it spread throughout his entire company, the entire Blackwood family, and eventually, the whole city’s elite circles.
Everyone who saw us congratulated us, and Julian Blackwood always accepted with a beaming smile.
11:58 AM
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Everyone said Julian Blackwood had changed. He was no longer the ruthless, terrifying CEO of Blackwood Corporation, spoken of by all.
Instead, he had become a truly compassionate man, with a heart full of nothing but his wife and children.
From then on, no one ever said he was cursed with barrenness again. Who could possibly call him barren now? Not with quads!
Since becoming pregnant, I was treated like a queen.
Worried about the hardship of carrying quadruplets, Julian Blackwood hired top nutritionists, postpartum nannies, and housekeepers the moment he learned I was pregnant.
He brought in everyone he could think of to lighten my burden.
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I lived a life of ultimate luxury, every need anticipated and met. A mere glance, and someone would immediately hand me what
wanted.
Even so, Julian Blackwood was still worried. He moved his office home, just to be with me twenty–four hours a day.
Finally, the anxious pregnancy period passed. On the day of delivery, Julian Blackwood brought in globally renowned
obstetricians.
But even then, he paced restlessly outside the operating room, not eating or drinking, keeping vigil by the door.
Any movement at the door, and he would rush over, repeatedly asking the doctors and nurses.
When I slowly regained consciousness in the hospital room, all I heard was his anxious questioning voice,
“It’s been half an hour, why isn’t she awake yet?”
The doctor’s helpless chuckle was his only reply.
Seeing me awake, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he remember to go see his four children.
On the day of discharge, I ran into Lila Monroe in the obstetrics department. She was there for a consultation.
She was crying, asking the doctor if there was any way to restore her fertility.
But the doctor’s reply was a helpless shake of the head.
She walked out, dragging her feet in disappointment. The moment she saw me, she panicked and tried to flee.
Then, seeing the baby I held in my arms, her eyes filled with envy.
She finally left, humiliated.
Julian Blackwood later told me that after Lila Monroe had her forced abortion and lost her uterus, she fell into depression.
Her parents, ashamed of her, cut off all contact.
She couldn’t graduate from college successfully and sought medical help everywhere, desperate to find a way to resolve her fertility issues.
But how could a woman without a uterus conceive?
way to resolve her
She couldn’t graduate from college successfully and sought medical help everywhere, desperate fertility issues.
But how could a woman without a uterus conceive?
All of this was her own doing.
to
find
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She had a promising future, but for her own selfish desires, she paid a lifetime of painful consequences.
But all of that no longer concerned me. My life now had four new, important people.
Two sons, two daughters!
Both of my daughters had a tiny crimson mark between their brows.
Looking at the sleeping faces of my four little ones on the bed, and my husband massaging my legs,
My heart was filled with overwhelming happiness and gratitude.
This was everything I would protect for the rest of my life!
