The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 817 - 796: Aren’t You Worried the Child Might Be Mute?

Chapter 817: Chapter 796: Aren’t You Worried the Child Might Be Mute?

Twins?

Michael Gordon realized the meaning of these three words only afterward, his eyes subconsciously watching as the doctor was wrapping the two babies that had been taken out of the belly, both deeply asleep, allowing the doctor’s movements without any intention of opening their eyes!

Lucas Sandy was already treating Ivy Aretha’s wound, and the heartbeat monitor also showed everything to be normal, so Michael Gordon finally felt completely relieved and started worrying about the two kids.

"Why aren’t the kids crying? What on earth is wrong with them?"

Michael Gordon, suddenly coming to his senses that the children weren’t crying as normal babies do at birth, like piglets screaming, grabbed the doctor who was wrapping the babies by the collar and lifted him with one hand per child, bellowing intensely, "Don’t tell me something’s wrong with them!"

The two doctors were so frightened by his shout that they almost dropped the babies on the floor.

"Waah..."

Before the doctors could recover from the oppressive order just issued, they were startled by a piercing and loud cry that could shatter the skies, their hands trembling. Had it not been for the two doctors holding one baby each, one could have easily fallen to the floor.

"Just now, we didn’t even know how to determine who was older and who was younger,"

Lucas Sandy, while stitching up the incision, mentioned nonchalantly, "Now it’s settled, whoever cried first is the boss, who is the brother, who is the sister. It seems the little girl is indeed fated to be the younger sister!"

When they were cut out, the two little tots had been sleeping, which had frightened the bunch of doctors present, thinking they were stillborns, but luckily Lucas Sandy had an abundance of experience. He had seen numerous miracles and strange cases, so as soon as he touched them, he could basically understand their condition.

Speaking of which, this was indeed the most miraculous thing Lucas Sandy had seen in his medical career; the babies were sleeping when the amniotic fluid broke and they were taken out!

This was truly unheard of. These two were already miraculous enough, yet they had become an absolute marvel in the belly.

"So that means, the kids aren’t mute?"

Michael Gordon, after staring at the doctor’s crying infant for a full half-minute, finally blurted out such a sentence, and before Lucas Sandy and the doctors could open their mouths to reply, he added, "With such loud crying, they definitely can’t be mute!"

Lucas Sandy: "..."

The doctors: "..."

"You didn’t think all this time that these two little ones were mute, did you?" Lucas Sandy finally put down the scalpel and looked incredulously at the man, "Knowing they might be mute, you were still so composed?"

According to Mr. Gordon’s usual style, shouldn’t he have beaten up this bunch of doctors by now?

After all, all prenatal check-ups were strictly supervised by experts. If such a major problem had occurred, not to mention Michael Gordon, even an ordinary family’s father couldn’t accept it. Hence, Michael Gordon’s reaction throughout was quite unexpected for Lucas Sandy.

"Was I composed? Wasn’t I worried to death?" Michael Gordon looked nervously at the doctor holding the crying older brother, then took a few steps to look at the other baby, who was still sleeping in another doctor’s arms. Seeing that the little one’s mouth was bubbling a bit uncomfortably and the facial expression was that of a normal newborn, Michael Gordon finally let out a deep sigh of relief. He unfolded the blanket the doctor was using to wrap the baby and peeked at the little one, then exclaimed in surprise, "Indeed a little princess, it really is twins!"

Michael Gordon glanced one last time at Lucas Sandy who had already completed the surgery. All the displays on the equipment showed normal readings, and all of Michael’s frayed nerves finally relaxed. Tension was overshadowed by excitement, and he burst into a foolish grin in an instant.

Lucas Sandy: "..."

"Hey, Mr. Gordon, aren’t you worried that your woman hasn’t cried yet? Is she really a mute?"

Lucas Sandy couldn’t bear to watch any longer. Normally, if a newborn doesn’t cry, it’s either because their breath is caught or they’re mute. The doctor should give them a smack on the bottom, but he wasn’t any ordinary doctor; he instantly understood what was going on!

Knowing what was happening, of course, he was reluctant to smack the baby’s bottom too harshly, which is why the Little Princess continued to sleep with such personality even now!

"As long as she’s alive, so what if she’s mute? Could I, Michael Gordon, possibly despise my own daughter just because she’s mute?" Michael Gordon shook his head with a wry smile, reaching out to hold the peacefully sleeping little girl. He might not be able to soothe a crying child, but he felt confident in handling one sleeping quietly. That’s what Mr. Gordon thought. "Besides, even if my daughter were mute, I have the means to make her speak!"

In this day and age, with medical science so advanced, what problem can’t be resolved as long as the person is alive?

Hearts can be transplanted; tomorrow, throats could be too!

Lucas Sandy felt speechless. What did he mean by having the means to make her speak? Wasn’t it just by exploiting him?

After all, up to this point, there has been no one capable of surpassing him in the medical field.

"Why don’t I just render her mute myself, so you can showcase your fatherly abilities in front of your daughter!"

Lucas Sandy frowned at him and then helped the nurse to take off his surgical gown while Ivy Aretha was pushed into the inner room to rest. Hearing that remark, Michael Gordon was just about to swing his fist at Lucas Sandy only to stop as a sharp, pleasing cry of a little girl burst forth from the room.

Different from her brother’s robust voice, the sister’s was clearly a crisp and delightful sound from heaven. Her cry instantly melted Michael Gordon’s heart!

"What are you guys doing with the baby? She was sleeping so soundly; how did you make her cry?" he asked, pushing the nurse who was trying to soothe the baby aside, "Move!"

"Baby, Daddy’s here, don’t cry now!"

Lucas Sandy: "..."

He felt goosebumps all over. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe that the high and mighty Mr. Gordon could have such a ridiculous side. Could it be that all men who become fathers for the first time have this expression?

If Alette were to bear him a daughter in the future, would he be grinning as foolishly?

With that thought, Lucas Sandy’s gaze involuntarily drifted to Alette Larson’s flat belly. Even though nothing had happened that night, why did he feel as if the child was already growing inside her belly?

No matter how Michael Gordon tried to soothe her, the little girl kept crying continuously, with such a sound of injustice as if she’d been wronged by someone. The more she cried, the more addicted she became to it. In the end, it was Alette Larson who managed to lull her to sleep, and then together with the doctor, they washed and cleaned the little one up.

Ivy Aretha’s anesthesia would wear off in two hours. Michael Gordon handed the child to Alette Larson and then went to Ivy’s bedside to accompany her until she woke up, intending for her to see him first, so that she could witness the arrival of their new life together. It was the first time he would be by her side to welcome their child into the world, even though this was their third.