Michael's lips curved into a warm smile as his palm settled gently against her flat abdomen. "I hear you, my love."
"I will accompany you to your prenatal checkup tomorrow," he added.
Evelyn rested her head against his shoulder, letting out a soft, obedient hum. "Okay."
The next morning, rather than risking an unnecessary trip to the crowded hospital, Michael arranged for Silas Vane to bring the medical equipment directly to the Villa.
In the Villa's private medical suite, Michael stood steadfastly beside the bed, watching Silas operate a compact, state-of-the-art 4D Doppler ultrasound machine, which was the most advanced model in the world and had been imported specifically for Evelyn's pregnancy.
"Michael Thorn, you're quite something!" Silas Vane said with a strange, incredulous look in his eyes that made Michael instantly knit his brows in concern.
"What's the situation?" Michael stepped forward nervously, his dark eyes fixed on the ultrasound screen.
