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    “Oh,e on, why wouldn’t it work?” Richard said firmly.


    “Alexander, Dani has loved you for all these years. If it were just about appearances, that kind of love wouldn’t havested this long.”


    Alexander nodded slowly.


    “You’re right! Dani loves me for who I truly am!”


    Standing outside the door, the secretary caught snippets of the conversation. He let out a heavy sigh and closed his eyes for a moment, as if trying to shut out the absurdity of it all. Alexander certainly knew how to tter himself, didn’t he?


    Upstairs in the obstetrics department, Katrina came across the news about Alexander’s beating. She had just been informed that both Alexander and Richard were in the hospital downstairs.


    She cast a quick nce at Alexander’s face. What she saw unsettled her, leaving a lingering sense of unease. With one final, apprehensive nce, she made her way upstairs.


    She told Caiden what she had witnessed.


    “You should’ve seen it, Caiden. Alexander’s face was aplete disaster! It looked like a truck had just run over him.”


    Caiden chuckled at her description, amused but unable to fully picture it in his mind. He wasn’t concerned about Alexander or who Joyce would eventually end up with. His focus was elsewhere. After secretly consulting the doctor, he discovered that the child Joyce was expecting was a boy.


    The news brought him a sense of satisfaction, and he stayed up all night, too ted to sleep. But this time, he knew better than to rush. He would move forward with careful consideration. He casually flipped open the book of names, skimming through its pages.


    “I spoke with the doctor today,” he said to Katrina, his tone casual.


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    “Joyce’s due date is next month.”


    Katrina nodded in agreement.


    “Yes, that’s right,” she replied, her gaze drifting to Caiden, whose face was partially hidden in the shadows.


    Caiden continued, “I’ve chosen a name for the child—Jack. He’ll stay with me after he’s born. As for Joyce, I’ll find her a suitable match and give her 30 million as a wedding gift, considering I’m her stepfather. The rest of the assets—thepany, real estate, investments, and even the vi we live in—will go to Jack.”


    At first, Katrina frowned slightly upon hearing this. Thirty million seemed like a trivial amount for Joyce. But as Caiden exined further, her expression softened. What difference did it make? The child was still young, and the assets would eventually be under Joyce’s control, regardless.


    “Of course, the child is far too young to handle this kind of wealth. I intend to keep it under my control until he turns fifteen. Until then, it will remain in my hands,” he added.


    In that instant, Katrina grasped Caiden’s true intentions. Considering the child’s delicate health, Caiden didn’t want to take the risk of transferring the inheritance too soon.


    What if something were to happen to him?


    By the time the child reached fifteen, he would have spent enough time under Caiden’s roof to naturally form a bond with him, not Joyce. This approach would ensure that the boy belonged to Caiden entirely, with very little connection to Joyce.


    Katrina forced a smile, her mind whirling. For the moment, she chose to go along with it, deciding to handle the finer detailster when she had more time to think.


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