The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 849 - 828 Willy Smith, Molly Smith

Chapter 849: Chapter 828 Willy Smith, Molly Smith

Such a ridiculous name could even be considered, no wonder her daughter-in-law doesn’t like it!

"Mom, you think about it, Madeline has always been in tune with you, whatever you think of, she will definitely like!" There’s no bad time for flattery, when else to do it if not when you need your own mother, Jaysen Smith naturally spared no effort, "Mom, think of one for me!"

"Now you know to ask Mom? Where were you earlier? Although I suspect you’re just buttering me up, for the sake of my grandson, I will still come up with a pair!"

Even though she mentioned grandson, when it came to naming, she still thought of a girl’s name first, "For a girl, let’s call her Molly Smith, the first socialite of Andras City, don’t you think? Like Sienna Harrison’s name, simple and elegant but not vulgar, and her nickname can be Molly, for a boy..."

Ivy Aretha: "..."

So just like that Molly Smith becomes the first socialite?

What about her daughter then?

And there are two of them, too? The status of the first socialite is snatched away just like that?

But that’s not the key point. The key is that both of her daughters are older than Madeline, perfectly able to vie for the name Molly Smith. Ivy Aretha truly felt like she had missed the boat, and at this time, she could only hope that Sienna Harrison would give birth to a son, not a daughter!

"For a boy..." Fiona Reed did not blurt out as she did with the girl’s name, but seriously pondered before saying, "If a man gets the girl he likes in his life, it’s a blessing from God. He should thank God for giving him such a wonderful Madeline, so, for a boy, let’s name him Willy Smith, and his nickname can be John!"

Ivy Aretha: "..."

Such a good girl?

Where exactly is Madeline good?

She’s always irresponsible, not even having to go to work, and she used to be blind enough to fall for scumbags like Theo Scott. How come, in Fiona Reed’s eyes, she’s suddenly a once-in-a-millennium treasure, and such a great son is claimed to be all hers!

Ivy Aretha just wanted to say, give me a dozen mothers-in-law like that!

But truly, the names are stunning!

Molly Smith!

Willy Smith!

These names, the more you hear them, the more you like them; the more you call them, the more you fall in love!

In just a moment, those standing at the door began to speculate whether Sienna Harrison inside had given birth to a son or a daughter. But with such perfect names, whether it was a boy or a girl, it would be a pity. They were actually hoping for twins to match!

"Alette, Alette, I’ve come up with the names, hurry up and open the door!"

Just as everyone was marveling at the good names Fiona Reed had chosen, Jaysen Smith, seemingly indifferent to the names, rushed straight to the operating room door after gaining everyone’s approval and banged on it forcefully, "Honey, I guarantee you’ll be satisfied with the names I’ve chosen, please let me in to see you!"Hearing him say that, Jaysen Smith finally breathed a sigh of relief, "When can she wake up?"

"She can wake up in two hours, have you picked the name yet?" Lucas Sandy slightly raised an eyebrow at him.

"Of course!"

Jaysen Smith resolutely gave him two words, then threw himself onto Sienna Harrison’s gurney, pushing aside the two nurses who had been pushing the bed, and then, Fiona Reed also stepped forward, "Brat, be gentler with your movements, Madeline’s whole body is injured right now!"

Lucas Sandy: "..."

It was just a caesarean section, how come her whole body was injured?

Lucas Sandy shook his head with a slight chuckle, finding it extravagant enough that one husband was making such a fuss, and now a mother-in-law was adding to it. This woman must have a really good life to have such a doting family. Thinking this, Lucas Sandy’s gaze drifted a few steps to the person next to him and deeply fell upon Alette Larson’s cunning smile mixed with envy, stirring a light ripple in his heart.

"Alette!"

"Hmm?"

The woman merely responded in confusion, her gaze still fixed on the face of the child in her arms, "What’s up?"

After asking, without waiting for Lucas Sandy to reply, she spoke on her own, "Baby, look, so many people are only concerned about your mom, nobody cares about you, right? Auntie is good to you, staying by your side!"

Lucas Sandy: "..."

"Baby, even if you stay by their side, they are not yours!" Lucas Sandy glanced at her indifferently and said, "When it comes to children, it’s better to have your own, Alette, what do you say we have one too?"

At his words, Alette Larson’s arms, holding the child, stiffened for a moment. She did not speak again until after a while when she looked up at Lucas Sandy, her expression normal but her brows slightly furrowed, making it somewhat mysterious for Lucas Sandy to comprehend.

She had already refused the idea of having children now for the Nth time, both because she felt she was still quite young, and because of her job which made her accustomed to witnessing the life-and-death pain of women in childbirth. Deep down, she was contemplating being child-free, but for his sake, she still wanted to have children—she just said they could wait a few more years!

"Forget it, you’re still young..."

"Okay then!"

The words of the two almost rang out at the same time, but hearing the word "okay," Lucas Sandy couldn’t finish what he was about to say. A thrill of ecstatic joy instantly engulfed him, with such excitement that calling it madness would not have been an exaggeration.

"Alette, do you really mean you want to have a child for us?!"

Overwhelmed with joy, Lucas Sandy, who had just finished surgery and hadn’t even had time to wash his hands—nor had the thought crossed his mind—scooped up Alette Larson and turned her around on the spot, unashamedly kissing her forehead in his excitement.

"Wow..."

The little one in Alette Larson’s arms finally let out a loud cry, and not crying would have been better than this outcry that echoed to the skies, startling the doctors and nurses at the operating room door, all running over fearing a major accident had happened!

"Is this Madeline and Jaysen’s child?"

The first to recover was Grandma Fiona Reed, because father dearest was already preoccupied with pushing mother’s gurney, "Oh, such a loud cry, truly our good baby!"

Alette Larson: "..."

She had only heard that quiet babies are called good babies, but a baby crying so loudly is also called a good baby?

This was indeed the first time she had heard of such a thing.