?<strong>Chapter 508:</strong>


    Before she could finish, a noticeable shift settled over the room. While a few of the executives kept neutral expressions, most of the family members’ faces showed obvious rm. Billie, caught off guard, even dropped her spoon in surprise.


    Deep in thought, Carrie’s hand drifted instinctively to her lower abdomen. Ever since taking the pregnancy test, she often felt as though she could sense the baby’s heartbeat. Of course, she knew it was likely just her mind ying tricks on her; after all, herte-night inte searches told her that a fetal heartbeat wouldn’t appear until at least six weeks. Still, the bond between a mother and her unborn child was something medicine couldn’t fully exin.


    She opened her mouth to speak. “I…”


    But Mny swiftly changed the subject. “Here, try this. It’s organic chicken from our housekeeper’s family farm.”


    The executives, assuming Carrie was too young to seriously think about having children, jumped in to ease the tension. “Mrs.—”


    “Mrs. Norris is still so young—barely more than a kid herself. There’s really no need to rush.”


    Mny caught Billie’s distracted expression and decided to let it go. “Yes, of course. These things happen in their own time.”


    With everyone chiming in, Carrie decided now wasn’t the right moment to bring up her pregnancy. Besides, her morning sickness had eased uptely, and her hectic workdays had made her forget to schedule a prenatal check-up. For now, there wasn’t any solid confirmation anyway. With these thoughts swirling in her mind, she sipped the chicken soup the maid served and chose to stay quiet.


    Kristopher broke the silence with a firm statement. “I’ve decided we’ll have a wedding ceremony.” His tone left no room for debate; it wasn’t a suggestion but an announcement.


    Billie blinked out of her distracted state, frowning. “You’ve been married for more than two years. What’s the point of a wedding now?”


    Mny nodded in agreement. “You should’ve done this ages ago. A wedding is a once-in-a-lifetime event, and it deserves to be special.”


    Billie didn’t share the sentiment but decided to hold her tongue. With Carrie now known as a sessful screenwriter, the Norris family no longer had any reason to feel ashamed of their daughter-inw.


    Shawn, who had remained quiet until then, set down his fork and inquired, “Have you decided on the venue?”


    Kristopher responded with two simple words: “Not yet.”


    Carrie felt the need to step in, exining, “Kristopher had the wedding nnere up with a few proposals, but we’re still in the process of selecting a venue.”


    Billie immediately adopted a lecturing tone upon hearing this. “Proposals? Let me see them. Your wedding represents the Norris family’s reputation, so it can’t be done carelessly.”


    “This is something you two haven’t managed before, and there’s more to it than you realize. Show me the ns.”


    Mny gently ced her hand over Billie’s. “Billie, let the kids take care of it. The younger generation has different tastes from ours. Carrie isn’t a child anymore. You have to loosen up a bit and trust them to handle their own matters.”


    The executives shared quiet, knowing nces. They were experienced enough to stay silent and keep to themselves. Billie, feeling embarrassed in front of so many people, appeared visibly displeased.


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