Vincent sat by the bed and took April''s hand. "Has the morning sickness still been bad? This baby is quite a handful."


    "After five months, the morning sickness isn''t as bad, but I just don''t have much of an appetite," April said.


    "You have to eat even if you don''t have an appetite. You''re eating for two now." Vincent reached out and gently stroked her baby bump.


    With the pregnancy, April seemed to radiate a maternal glow. She smiled gently and ced her hand over Vincent''s.


    "He''s been moving a lottely. I can''t eat or sleep well."


    "Boys are just mischievous. When he''s born, I''ll spank his bottom to get back at him for you," Vincent cooed.


    "Hmph, as if you''d have the heart," April said, giving him a yful re.


    "Since he''s yours, of course I couldn''t," Vincentughed.


    Just then, a caregiver came in with April''s nutritional meal.


    "April, time to eat."


    April frowned at the mention of food. She really had no appetite.


    Vincent was worried her not eating would hurt the baby, so he took the bowl and fed


    her himself, spoon by spoon.


    April''s eyes filled with affection. "If you fed me like this every day, I''d have an appetite. And your son would get enough to eat, too."


    "Alright, I''ll try toe every day and make sure both you and our son are well-fed," Vincent said, continuing to feed her.


    For once, April finished the entire bowl.


    After the meal, Vincent helped April up, and they went for a walk downstairs in the hospital grounds.


    "I heard the verdict came down in Tim''s case," April said, stopping.


    "Yeah." Vincent''s expression grew heavy. "He got the death penalty in the first trial. They''ve appealed, but there''s not much hope."


    "The evidence is solid. The best they can hope for is a suspended sentence," April sighed.


    "Living your whole life in prison is worse than death," Vincent said.


    Tim hadn''t betrayed him yet, but that didn''t mean he wouldn''t in the future. Only the dead can keep secrets forever.


    Back when Colin was arrested, if Vincent hadn''t threatened him and promised to get him out, he wouldn''t have resorted to such a ruthless measure as having Colin killed.


    After all, getting someone killed in a detention center had taken a great deal of effort.


    Having been with Vincent for so many years, April naturally understood how his mind worked.


    She nodded. "Yes. The dead are more reliable than the living. But Tim is your cousin, after all. You should still take good care of his family."


    "I''ve already taken care of it, don''t worry," Vincent said, putting an arm around her.


    "How can I not worry?" April nced at him. "We''ve been together for so many years, and now we have a son. We rise and fall together now."


    "With what happened to Tim, all your political enemies must be watching you. Vincent, you should put a pause on your business for now it''ll trouble if they find any leverage against you."


    "I know you need money in your position to grease the wheels. Why don''t you sell


    the house I''m living in? It can help you out for the time being."


    "You''re the best to me." Vincent


    ruffled her hair, his gaze full of affection. "Don''t worry, it hasn''t gotten to the point where I need to


    _sell oroperty can still provide


    for you and our son:"


    Vincent stroked her belly again and continued, "As long as Eden can secure the Thompson family inheritance and we get control of their fortune, we won''t have to worry about money."


    "Eden?" April frowned. "Everyone in


    our circle knows Frank is biased. He only has eyes for Bet. As long as Bet is around the Thompson family fortune will never fall into the hands of an illegitimate son like Eden..."