Mommy, Daddy’s Begging to Make Up Again!

"Ms. Foster, congratulations. You're pregnant—twelve weeks along."

The doctor's words still echoed in her ears.

Grace Foster returned home from the hospital in a daze, staring at the pregnancy test results before absent-mindedly tucking the report away.

In the living room, divorce papers lay on the coffee table, waiting for her signature.

Married to Alexander Hayes for two years, she had never even met him face to face.

Marrying him had been nothing more than following family demands.

He was the heir to the Hayes family, a powerful figure who commanded respect in high society. Then a car accident left him comatose, in a complete vegetative state.

Doctors declared Alexander would likely never wake up.

The Hayes family needed a compliant daughter-in-law. They also wanted Alexander to have an heir to inherit the Hayes fortune.

But despite the Hayes family's wealth and status, what family would willingly sacrifice their daughter to a lifetime of loneliness with a vegetative man?

Two years ago, the Foster family business ran into trouble. To secure investment from the Hayes family, Grace agreed to the marriage.

After two years of marriage, despite trying every method, Grace showed no signs of pregnancy.

The Hayes family had grown completely disappointed with her.

Until two months ago, Alexander miraculously woke up.

Afterward, Grace received notice from Alexander that he wanted a divorce.

Unexpectedly, at this very moment, Grace discovered she was pregnant.

What should she do about this child?

With Alexander wanting a divorce, if she had this baby, they would inevitably be separated.

While she hesitated, her phone rang.

"Hello, is this Ms. Foster? Mr. Hayes wants to see you."

Night had fallen.

The car stopped in front of Hayes Manor.

In the exclusive neighborhood where every inch was worth a fortune, the Hayes Manor spans an impressive 50,000 square feet, leaving people in awe.

This was Grace's first time setting foot here.

The butler led her into the main hall.

Grace nervously clutched the divorce papers, looking around.

The butler suddenly said beside her, "Ms. Foster, please wait here."

Grace looked at him. "Where's Alexander?"

"I'll fetch Mr. Hayes. Please wait here." The butler said before heading upstairs.

On the second-floor landing stood a man.

He wore a charcoal suit with a long overcoat draped over his shoulders. Everything about him exuded a cold, sharp aura, with an inherent arrogance.

Grace instinctively felt a piercing gaze boring into her.

She looked up and saw the man standing by the second-floor railing, immediately frozen in shock.

The man leaned on a gold-headed cane, one hand casually tucked in his trouser pocket. His strikingly handsome face showed virtually no expression.

Those deep, cold eyes flashed with an intensity like an ice-cold blade piercing through her delicate frame, cutting straight to the bone.

Grace's body trembled involuntarily as she instinctively stepped back in alarm.

She could roughly guess that this man before her was the heir to the Hayes family who had awakened from his vegetative state two months ago—her husband, Alexander.

Alexander descended the stairs with slow, elegant steps, his gaze coldly detached. "When you agreed to marry me, what did the Hayes family promise you?"

With that, he was now standing before her, looking down at her with superiority.

His overwhelming presence made her scalp tingle.

Grace replied nervously, "Mrs. Hayes wanted me to bear an heir for the Hayes family."

Alexander's gaze fell on her flat stomach. "Any results?"

Grace's mind raced, and she steeled herself to lie, "I couldn't get pregnant."

The man suddenly stepped closer. "Really?"

Grace immediately stepped back in fright, collapsing onto the sofa.

Alexander leaned down, bracing his arms on either side of her. His cold breath fell on her face as he spoke with a threatening tone, "You'd better not be lying to me. If I find out you dare to deceive me, I'll make you regret it."

Grace replied breathlessly, "I wouldn't dare lie to you."

She immediately changed the subject. "Didn't you want me to sign the divorce papers?"

She handed him the signed agreement.

Alexander took the papers, checking her signature while saying coldly, "I'll grant you one condition. Whatever you want, just ask."

Grace said, "Mr. Hayes, I have no requests. I only ask for an amicable separation."

With that, she stood and left, her figure disappearing into the night.

Five months later.

In a modest clinic's delivery room, unexpected premature labor and a day and night of torment left Grace physically and emotionally exhausted.

She lay on the bed, her face completely drained of color. As the nurses carried away the two babies, her heart clenched with anxiety.

The babies were born without a single cry. Had something terrible happened?

Two hours later...

"Ms. Foster! I'm so sorry. We did everything we could, but because they were premature, both babies were born too weak. We were only able to save one." The nurse gently placed a swaddled infant beside her, saying apologetically, "This is your little son."

A profound grief seized Grace's heart.

She painfully turned her face to look at the frail baby boy in the blanket. His wrinkled little face, mouth open, making barely audible gasping sounds—even his cries were so weak.

"What about the other one?"

The nurse said, "Ms. Foster, the other child was in poor condition, completely purple, and had stopped breathing long ago. To spare you further heartbreak, you shouldn't see for yourself."

"Let me see..." Grace suddenly cried out, "Let me see! I want to see my baby."

"Ms. Foster! Please calm down. If you become emotionally unstable, it will affect your recovery. Please accept our condolences!"

Grace's heart felt like it was being cut by knives. She sat up carefully and held her only surviving child, tears streaming silently down her face.

A mother must be strong.

Having lost one child, for the sake of her remaining child, she had to pull herself together!