Goodbye, Ex-husband! I’m Pregnant with Your Uncle’s Child!
Chapter 284: Good Child

Chapter 284: Chapter 284: Good Child

The day Sophia Hart and Blake Lincoln held their wedding.

The wedding venue was decorated simply yet warmly, and friends and family all came to bless the couple.

James Thompson pushed Julia Land, who was in a wheelchair, to the wedding venue.

People in the circle were surprised to see James Thompson and Julia Land appear together.

Hadn’t the two of them already divorced? Why were they suddenly showing up at the wedding together?

James Thompson was immaculate in a tailored black suit, his crisp white shirt and black tie lending him an elegant and dignified air.

The man’s actions, as he pushed the wheelchair, were gentle.

Julia Land, meanwhile, wore an elegant long dress, her soft hair cascading over her shoulders, her face adorned with a gentle smile.

Mason Moore also attended Blake’s wedding today, and when he saw James Thompson come with Julia Land, his expression changed slightly.

He was silently calculating in his mind whether this would affect their plans.

He would have to discuss this with Uncle Moore and the others when he got back.

The head of the Lincoln Family went over to speak with James Thompson and Julia Land upon seeing them.

Now, who in the circle didn’t know about Julia Land’s impressive capabilities, how she had quietly taken control of the Moore Group.

Julia Land glanced at James Thompson, and he immediately understood her intention.

They were in unspoken agreement.

He smiled faintly at Mr. Lincoln and said, "Uncle Lincoln, we’ll chat later. I’m going to take Julia to see the bride."

Mr. Lincoln smiled and gestured for someone from the Lincoln Family to take James Thompson and Julia to the bride’s dressing room.

Mr. Lincoln hadn’t expected his reckless younger son to have the knack for marrying into the Hart Family.

An alliance meant that the Lincoln Family, James Thompson, and the Hart Family were all connected, and Sophia Hart also had a good relationship with Julia Land.

In short, the Lincoln Family was happy today.

In the dressing room, Sophia Hart was receiving the final touches from her makeup artist.

Dressed in a pristine white wedding gown, with a train that brushed the floor and adorned with lace and jewels, she looked like a noble princess.

A tinge of nervousness flickered in her eyes; she was really getting married. Andrew Benson must be very disappointed in her now.

When she heard a knock on the door and turned to see Julia Land and James Thompson enter, a radiant smile bloomed on her face.

"Julia, Brother Thompson, you’re here," Sophia Hart’s voice was full of joy.

Though her voice expressed happiness, her eyes did not.

The makeup artist tactfully exited the room.

Julia Land looked at Sophia Hart with soft eyes, "Today our Sophia is a beautiful bride."

Sophia Hart smiled.

At that moment, Blake Lincoln entered the room. Dressed in a black suit, he looked sprightly and vigorous.

Upon seeing James Thompson in the room, Blake became slightly restrained, but he quickly put on a somewhat awkward smile, "Mr. Thompson, Miss Land, thank you for coming."

James Thompson gave a slight nod.

Blake handed a drink to Sophia Hart with a smile and then went out to greet the guests.

**

At that time, at Capital City Airport.

Anneliese King was shocked as she looked at the sign of Capital City Airport, her heart pounding with fury, "Benjamin Taylor, weren’t you taking mom to Inkwell City for treatment? Why have we come to Capital City?"

Andrew Benson smiled gently, "Mom, we’ll first go to the First Hospital in Capital City for a checkup. If they can’t find anything, then we’ll go to Inkwell City."

Anneliese King didn’t know what to say for a moment, wondering if her son had noticed something.

"Mom, why are you looking at me like that?" Andrew Benson twisted open a bottle of water and handed it to Anneliese King, "Mom, drink some water. It’s about an hour or so to Capital City First Hospital."

Seeing that her son’s attitude towards her hadn’t changed, Anneliese King breathed a sigh of relief, guessing that her son hadn’t realized she was deceiving him.

She finally took the water with ease and sipped a few mouthfuls.

They left the airport and got in the car.

The landscape outside the car window kept changing.

Andrew Benson made idle conversation gently, "Mom, have you noticed how much Capital City has changed?"

Anneliese King looked out the window. Indeed, there were many new skyscrapers rising in Capital City, and she nodded, "Yes, it’s changed so much. It’s been almost ten years since I left in a hurry."

Andrew Benson smiled faintly, "Yes, Capital City has developed quickly. Once you’re better, I’ll take you around Capital City."

Reassured, Anneliese King began to discuss the changes in Capital City with her son, temporarily forgetting her previous anxiety.

She brought up some old friends and former neighbors, and Andrew Benson occasionally responded, making the atmosphere between mother and son very relaxed.

Before the car reached Capital City Hospital, at another intersection, Andrew Benson got out first.

He said genially, "Mom, you go on to the hospital. I have to meet someone important first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he closed the car door.

Anneliese King tried to open the car door to call him back, but the driver had already driven off.

"Stop the car!" she angrily told the driver.

The bodyguard in the passenger seat turned around and respectfully explained, "The boss told us not to stop. We are going to the hospital now."

Anneliese King pounded her chest, furious, truly her good son’s doing.

She reached for her phone, only to find that it wasn’t there!

Andrew Benson watched the car carrying his mother fade into the distance, the gentle smile on his face disappearing instantly as his eyes turned cold.

A black sedan approached and stopped beside him, the bodyguard opened the door, and Andrew Benson got in.

Inside the car was a six-year-old boy who bore a semblance to Andrew Benson.

The little boy smiled at Andrew Benson, "Daddy."

Andrew Benson nodded gently, "Good boy."

He took out his phone and dialed a number, "Has the wedding started? Proceed with the plan."