The Woman From Hell
Chapter 553

Chapter 553

I smiled. "No."

"A lot of people would think that we're... weird.”

Xander wanted to use the word 'disgusting' at first. I put away the smile on my face. "I read a book once about why homosexuality isn't accepted in our culture. That's because our culture views fertility as a n end in itself, cluelessness as purity, ignorance as a virtue, and prejudice as a principle. Love should be viewed by how one being treats another being, not the reaction of one organ toward another."

After a pause, I continued, "I just want to say to not get caught up by how the world views you. Follow your heart. If you're happy and blissful, then you'll be living a much more meaningful life than most people."

Xander pursed his lips and got up, opening up his arms to hug me. "Thank you, Wandy."

"Why are you thanking me?" I sighed helplessly. "I'll be happy as long as you’re happy.”

The greatest comfort for me was knowing that the people around me were happy.

Many people thought I was happy. In their eyes, my marriage to Theo was the greatest joy in my life. He was the love of my life, an outstanding man in every

possible aspect, and the man of countless women's dreams. Only I knew the bitterness within.

If I could, I wanted to live a plain and simple life just like Jerome and Xander. I wanted to ignore everything that was going on in the outside world and immerse myself in the world where there were just the two of u s.

However, such plain and simple life would never be mine. We were overwhelmed by too many disturbances from the outside world, and as a result, our relationship had become less pure.

The three of us talked for a very long time at dinner, and the doctor’s appointment was put off until tomorrow. I woke up very early this morning and had rushed to board the flight, so I was drowsy by nine o'clock.

Before going back to my room to sleep, I went to the nursery to check on Munchkin before going to bed in a good mood.

An infant's cries rang out in the middle of the night. I woke up with a start from a bad dream. I pushed the covers aside and got out of bed before running out of m y room.

I bumped into Jerome who was also heading to the nursery. He grabbed my shoulders with both hands and shouted anxiously, "Are you okay, Wanda?”

I looked dazedly at him. "My child is crying."

Jerome put on a pained expression and hugged me, patting me on the back. "Nimue is crying. He's probably hungry. I'll go and feed him some milk. Can you go back to your room and sleep?"

The fog in my head cleared up a lot. "I'll come with you."

When Jerome was done feeding Nimue, we left the nursery together.

After having breakfast the next morning, I wanted Xander to accompany me to the obstetrics and gynecology department.

He had probably informed Jerome about it, that was why he said with a face full of disapproval, "Stop messing around, Wanda. How could you still have any left after so long?"

I frowned. "How am I supposed to know if I don't even try?"

Seeing how persistent I was, he did not say anything else. I returned to my room to change my clothes, then urged Xander to take me to the hospital.

Jerome needed to go out, so Xander and I brought Munchkin with us.

When we arrived at the hospital, we went straight to the office of the attending obstetrician and gynecologist. Xander and Jerome were two grown men who knew nothing about childcare. Back then, things were easier for them in France because they could hire a nanny. However, after returning to Salt City, they were unable to find a nanny on such short notice. Hence, Xander was keeping in touch with this obstetrician and gynecologist. He would approach her whenever he needed help.

Xander carried Munchkin and we sat together on the bench, looking very much like a family of three. The doctor asked me with a smile, "You're the child's mother?"

I nodded.

Since Cecilia had put her child under my care, I would be his mother from now on. Therefore, I had to answer this way regardless of whether she would misunderstand my relationship with Xander or not.

"Doc, it hasn't been six months since I gave birth but I haven't breastfed my child since the baby was born. D o you think I would still have any breast milk left if I stimulate lactation now?"