"Young people need to be tested."


    "He''ll have plenty of chances for thatter. The heat from Tim''s case hasn''t died down yet. Who knows how many eyes are on the Walker family right now. We can''t make any moves for the time being."


    "But if we stop the business, where will the moneye from? How are we supposed to live?" Belinda couldn''t help but say.


    Over the years, the Walkers had many illegal businesses, and their lifestyle was extremely extravagant. If those were shut down, Vincent''s sry alone wouldn''t be nearly enough to support it.


    It''s always hard to go fromvish spending to a frugal life.


    If Ynda were still Mr. Thompson''s girlfriend, they could have leveraged that connection. At the very least, she and her mother used to be able to charge everything at all the malls, hotels, and high-end establishments owned by the Thompson Group.


    But Eden was just the Thompsons'' unwee illegitimate son; he didn''t have those kinds of privileges.


    "What if... we sell a couple of the properties you''re not using?" Belinda suggested. They couldn''t possibly downgrade their standard of living.


    But Vincent refused without a second thought.


    He had already secretly transferred the properties to April''s name, ensuring that she and their son would be provided for, even if something happened to him.


    Belinda had always been obedient to her husband. Since Vincent said not to sell the houses, she dropped the subject, though she still worried about their future.


    "So, what about our future..."


    "Don''t worry. You won''t starve," Vincent said, impatiently pushing her hand away and getting up from the sofa.


    "I''m going out." Vincent grabbed his coat and headed for the door.


    "But it''s your day off. Where are you going?" Belinda asked.


    "To the office," Vincent replied dismissively.


    Vincent''s car was waiting at themunity gate.


    His secretary was standing outside the car, bending slightly to open the door for him.


    Vincent got into the car, looked at the driver, and said quietly, "To the hospital." "Yes, sir." The driver stepped on the gas, and the car sped off.


    The car eventually stopped outside the maternity hospital, without pulling into the driveway.


    A government car was quite conspicuous, and Vincent''s rtionship with April had to be kept secret, so he couldn''t be too brazen.


    Vincent got out of the car, took a bag of nutritional supplements from the trunk, and walked into the hospital.


    It was early spring, and the weather was unpredictable, so many children were sick with colds the hospital lobby was bustling filled with the constant sound of crying children.


    Vincent walked through the lobby and went straight to the elevator. The elevator went up and stopped at the twelfth floor.


    Vincent entered the hospital room to find a doctor examining April.


    April was over five months pregnant, her belly showing. A female doctor was listening to the baby''s heartbeat with a stethoscope.


    "Mm, the fetus is fine. But you''re a bit anemic, so you need to take good care of yourself," the doctor advised.


    Vincent walked in, saw the doctor holding April''s medical report, and immediately asked, "How are they? Mother and child?"


    ?


    "The fetus is developing normally, but the mother is anemic and needs careful attention At her age sh?s considered a high-risk pregnancy, so you can''t be careless."


    Vincent took the report and carefully examined the baby''s ultrasound images, the


    corners of his mouth lifting in a smile.


    April had suffered several


    miscarriages, so this pregnancy,


    which she had struggled to


    maintain, was precious-and it was


    a boy. As long as he was bom, the Walker family would have an heir.


    After finishing the examination and giving a few more instructions, the doctor left.