You Are The Apple of My Eyes
Chapter 475 The Nicknames

Noah, Vicente, Leon and John were stunned. They didn't expect Anne to notice John standing in the back so quickly. Leon looked away nervously. He couldn't say anything, fearing he would get thrown into the firing line as well.

Noah was in the same predicament. He opened his mouth but couldn't muster up any words.

"My bodyguard." Vicente reacted quickly. Right now, her words were the only things to go by. "He is the bodyguard and teacher I've hired for the children. When they grow up, he can teach them how to protect themselves."

"What's his name?" Anne continued to pry.

Vicente swallowed and said, "I met him on the street this afternoon. He is an excellent fighter so I brought him back with me. Because of Nina's accident, I was so busy that I forgot to ask his name."

"What's your name?" Vicente turned to look at John. She had heard from Nina that John was a man of power who was always on the ball, so she thought that it was impossible for John to come to C Island without being prepared.

The only thing Vicente could do was hand the problem over to John and see if he could wriggle his way out, hiding the truth.

"Sean Lu," John replied calmly.

"Okay." Anne didn't interrogate him anymore and just looked away. "The babies are premature so they'll need all the exercise they can get from as young as possible. You will be responsible for taking care of the two children from now on."

A hint of surprise flashed through John's eyes.

He didn't want to take care of another man's children, but he saw it as an opportunity to get close to Nina.

If he agreed, Leon didn't need to rack his brain to find another way for him to get close to Nina.

"Okay," John agreed willingly.

Leon and Noah hadn't calmed down yet. They didn't know if they were out of the woods or not yet.

Vicente couldn't figure out what Anne was thinking. 'Does she really not know or is she just pretending for some reason? Anyway, John can stay with us.

At least this problem has finally been dealt with.'

"Vicente, where are the babies?" With a big smile on his face, Bruce was eager to see his two grandchildren. "I want to hug them."

"They have to be in separate incubators for now." Anne rolled her eyes at her husband. "No one can hold them right now. The bacteria all over our bodies are harmful to them."

Since Bruce had never given birth to a baby, he obviously didn't know any of this. Moreover, his children were term infants when they were born, so he knew nothing about premature children.

Hearing that the babies' health might be affected, he immediately felt nerves flood his body. "Okay, I'll wait for the doctor to say that it's safe to see them."

"I just took a photo through the glass. I'll show you." Vicente took out her phone, clicked on the picture and handed it to the three of them. Seeing the photo, Leon frowned. "They're a little ugly."

"So were you when you were born." Anne cast a glance at Leon. He shut up obediently and made room for his parents to look at the picture. When he stepped back silently, he couldn't help but take a few more glances at the photo.

Those were his sister's children. He would love them no matter how ugly they were.

Thinking that there would be two children following him and calling him their uncle, he couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh.

Bruce and Anne had no time to pay attention to their son, who was immersed in his fantasy, and their eyes were fixed on the babies in the photo.

"They are so small, they probably weigh next to nothing. They're much smaller than Nina was when she was born. They have to be taken care of really well." Bruce had countless worries about the babies. Anne said worriedly, "I'll contact the nanny who took care of Leon. When he was born, he wasn't in good health at the time. She took good care of him. I don't mind paying her a lot more money to help us again."

"I also remember her. No matter how much it costs, we have to hire her." Bruce enthusiastically agreed with his wife.

The two of them stared at the photo for a while. Even though it wasn't the clearest of pictures, it still flooded them with joy.

"Vicente, have you given the babies names? How about I do it?" Bruce said cheerfully.

Vicente didn't want to disappoint Bruce, but she had already discussed the names of the children with Nina.

"Yes, I've given them their names." Vicente glanced at John from the corner of her eye. "Vance and Donald."

"Oh, you've picked the names." Predictably, Bruce was disappointed but soon raised his eyebrows again. "Good names." "Vance and Donald," Anne repeated. "Who picked these names? You or Nina?"

"I picked them and Nina agreed," Vicente replied decisively.

Truthfully, Nina picked the names by herself.

Vicente just told everyone that she did though.

Nina was so grateful that she was able to pick her children's names. She thanked Vicente nonstop for days.

Vicente became sick just hearing her words of gratitude.

Noah still thought that the babies were John's children. And this feeling became stronger and stronger.

He didn't understand why Vicente could accept them so readily though. He thought that Vicente married Nina because of the family interests and because she wanted to conceal the fact that she was attracted to men.

Leon acted as if nothing had happened, but he was no less surprised or confused as Noah was.

He couldn't figure out what had happened between Vicente and Nina.

He wondered why Nina was willing to even get pregnant with Vicente's children.

John was much less shocked than Leon. At the beginning, he felt that there was something special about the babies' names.

He second guessed himself though and just thought that he was reading too much into it.

"Have you picked the nicknames?" Leon glanced at the Vicente. "I would like to—"

"Let us pick the nicknames," Bruce interrupted Leon. "We're are the babies' grandparents."

"I'm their uncle," Leon complained.

No matter how upset Leon was, his parents didn't care much about it. Anne glanced at John from the corner of her eye and thought for a while before saying, "The elder can be called Van." "And Dondon for the younger boy," Bruce blurted out.

Anne snorted, "Are you deliberately trying to make me angry? Think of another one."

Bruce felt a little disappointed. He continued to think.

He murmured, "Donald...Donald..."

Leon said, "How about Don?"

In what seemed like a moment of fate, Bruce simultaneously said, "Don."

Anne smiled.

Bruce was astonished.

Leon also couldn't believe what had just happened.

"We seemed to be thinking the same thing. Our hearts are probably linked." Bruce smiled and patted his son on the shoulder.

Leon was speechless.

He took his father's hand off his shoulder.

"That's a good name." Anne nodded.

Bruce clapped his hands with excitement radiating off his face.

"I have two cute grandsons now, Van and Don," Bruce said happily.

Anne looked back at her daughter, who was still lying unconscious. She moved her red lips and remarkably said, "Van, Don."