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Chapter 882

    After his feeding, the baby fell asleep again. Vincent asked the night nurse to take the baby to the adjoining room so he could talk properly with April.


    "April, my love, you''ve suffered."


    April pouted, still looking deeply hurt and refusing to speak. Though she was no longer a young woman, she was still more than a decade younger than Vincent and enjoyed being doted on and ying coy with him.


    Vincent reached out and stroked her hair, happy to indulge her.


    "I never expected her to find you at the hospital. This was my mistake. But I promise, nothing like this will ever happen again. You''ve just given birth, so don''t be angry. Once you''ve recovered, I''ll arrange for you and our son to live abroad for a while."


    April looked up at him, stunned. "Are you trying to get rid of us so quickly? Are you afraid that our son and I will get in the way of your ''happy family''?!"


    "Don''t jump to conclusions. If I could, I would stay by your side and our son''s forever," Vincent said, tightening his embrace.


    He wasn''t lying.


    Vincent truly did love April, and now they had a son together.


    If the Walker family were still as powerful and influential as they once were, he would have even considered divorcing Mrs. Walker to marry April and give their son a legitimate name.


    "But something doesn''t feel right. For your safety and our son''s, it''s better for you to go abroad for a while. If anything happens here, you and our son can settle there permanently. I will arrange everything for you."


    "Vincent, is something wrong? Don''t scare me!" April asked nervously.


    April had been with Vincent for over a decade; she knew more than a little about his affairs.


    Vincent had the blood of countless people on his hands. If something went wrong, it would be a matter of life and death.


    "Nothing has happened yet, but my recent business hasn''t been going smoothly. It feels like someone is pulling the strings from behind the scenes." Vincent had been operating in Istra for many years; his instincts were sharp.


    He had already begun arranging his exit strategy, secretly transferring assets overseas and nning to send April and his son out of the country.


    Once he had settled his affairs back home, he would go abroad to join them, and the three of them could live together. Though they wouldn''t have the same power and influence as they did in the country they would certainly live without financial worry.


    Hearing this, April''s heart filled with panic, but she knew she had no choice but to follow Vincent''s arrangements.


    Vincent stayed with April and the baby for a full day before returning to the Walker family''s home the next day.


    Back at the Walker residence.


    Ynda was still in her post-abortion recovery, looking perpetually frail and sickly.


    Two days prior, doctors had given her a full check-up. The results showed that all of her kidney function indicators were worse thàn before her pregnancy, hovering at critical levels. If her kidney function continued to decline, she could face renal failure, or even totabkidney necrosis.


    If that happened, Ynda would be facing her third kidney transnt.


    But with Ynda''s rare Rh-negative blood, finding a matching donor was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Moreover, with the fall of the Rogers family, no one would dare to use a kidney from a


    questionable source for her surgery.


    Mrs. Walker was worried sick, but she didn''t dare show a hint of it in front of Ynda.


    She hadn''t even told Ynda that Vincent now had an illegitimate son, terrified that the shock would cause Ynda''s fragile health to deteriorate further.


    When Vincent returned, Mrs. Walker was in the middle of feeding Ynda some rich bone broth.
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