Shaking her head, Erma sniffled back some tears and said,

Let's just go home.”

‘m okay.

Although Stan had sensed that something was off, the entrance of the in-patient department was hardly the right place to talk about private matters. He took her hand and helped her into the passenger seat before he sat himself behind the steering wheel. He decided to leave the questioning until they had reached home.

The young couple's home was a three-story villa. When they arrived, it was as if they had breathed new life into the place. Stan's parents and his grandpa were already there waiting for them. There were about five or six servants standing behind them, also eagerly waiting to see them.

Stan's mother held Erma's hand and led her inside, concerned as she spoke.

"Erma, come in. I don't want you to catch a cold."

"Yes, Mom. Thanks." Erma followed her to the Living room.

Stan's grandpa had a radiant glow on his face, mostly because he was able to hold and see his great-grandchild in his lifetime.

“Erma, the gem of our family, sit and get some rest."

Stan's father held his granddaughter in his arms; he didn't want to Let her go. His serious face was finally showing hints of joy.

“How about going upstairs and lying down, Erma?"

Erma played with her daughter's hand and answered with a smile, “Thank you, Grandpa, Dad and Mom. Don't worry about me. I don't feel so tired right now. Besides, I had been lying in the hospital for more than one week. I just want to stretch my Legs and walk around for a bit.”

Stan, however, felt differently. He grabbed her hand and dragged her upstairs.

"You need to rest for at least a month. After that, you can go anywhere you want. Until then, I don't want to see you out of your bed."

Erma hadn*t made full recovery yet after she had lost a lot of blood during the delivery.

Luckily Erma didn't put up a fight and she followed him upstairs right after she politely greeted the elders.

Stan affectionately helped her get comfortable in bed. After making sure that she had everything she needed, he finally sat down on the edge of the bed and took out his phone from his pocket to show her some photos.

“Here, have a look! I've already picked out a few spots for our daughter's one month celebration party. Which one do you prefer?"

She took the phone and swiped through some photos before she casually said, "Are we supposed to celebrate when the baby is a month old? Back home, we usually celebrate when the baby is a hundred days old."

“Well, if that's what you want, then we can throw a party when our daughter turns a hundred days old. I'm fine with that," Stan said.

“You know what, I'm not bothered by it either. Since it's a tradition here, let's just throw a party when our daughter is one month old,"

Erma answered casually.

After pausing to think for a while, Stan offered, "How about this? We can have a banquet after our baby is a month old and then later, we can throw a bigger party for all our relatives and friends when our baby is a hundred days old. What do you think?"

Erma smiled, but refused.