Tessa Caldwell immediately put on a cheerful face, displaying a cute smile, reverting back to her playful manner: "Grandpa, you don't need to worry. Now that you have me, it doesn't affect regular life, you know? Whether or not he gets treatment, it doesn't matter at all."
Grandpa Green looked at her deeply: "I know you're a good girl. You say these things just to keep Grandpa from worrying."
Tessa shook her head: "No, I'm telling the truth."
Grandpa Green said, "If it's really nothing, just like you say, if you're truly not worried about Chuck, then you wouldn't have come to ask Grandpa about Chuck's peculiarities."
Tessa was slightly taken aback, her eyelids twitched.
She let out a couple of chuckles but didn't say anything, because the old man was right. She was indeed worried. Her worry was that if she really gave birth, if it was really a daughter.
But Faye, like other women, couldn't hold a daughter, couldn't get close at all.
What could she do then?
