Chapter 1606:
On the desk in front of him lay a thick book, its title stamped in bold, confident letters: “Complete Guide to Parenting.”
Eight months later, Elena welcomed two healthy babies into the world.
The delivery room was eerily quiet. Aside from the steady cadence of the doctor’s instructions and the soft shuffle of nurses moving around, nothing broke the silence. Elena endured it all without a single cry.
Just beyond the door, Wesley waited—motionless. His face looked calm on the surface, but a storm churned beneath. Gerald, Laurence, and the Harper family were all there as well.
Jolie’s fingers were clasped so tightly they’d gone pale. She was more nervous than the mother herself, and Elena’s silence only sharpened her worry.
Jolie’s voice trembled as she whispered, “Why is it so quiet? People always cry out during childbirth, so why hasn’t Elena made a sound?”
Alexander rested a hand on her shoulder, gentle but firm.
“Relax, Jolie. Elena’s tougher than most. She’ll be all right.”
And Alexander was right—Elena was fine. She hadn’t stayed silent because she felt no pain, but because she didn’t want to alarm the people waiting anxiously on the other side of the door.
Moments later, the doctor appeared with a smile and announced the safe arrival of the twins. A collective sigh of relief swept through the hallway.
Louis gave Wesley’s shoulder a light tap.
“You handled that so calmly. I was out here falling apart.”
Wesley didn’t answer. He remained rigid, as if he hadn’t quite come back to himself yet.
Louis blinked.
“Hey, are you even listening? Don’t start acting all cool just because Elena adores you—wait, where are you going?”
Before Louis could finish, Wesley had already turned and started walking away, his steps quick and determined.
𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮: gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫸ⅽ𝗼𝗺
Without looking back, Wesley’s voice came out like a growl, his expression grim.
“I’m getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”
Wesley swore there would be no more children. All he wanted was Elena—and knowing she had suffered, even silently, made his chest ache.
Louis stood there, dumbfounded. So much for calm. Wesley hadn’t been composed at all.
He’d been terrified.
Without even checking on Elena or the babies first, Wesley went straight downstairs and signed the paperwork for the procedure.
By the time he returned, the hallway was empty. Everyone else had already gone home.
Wesley moved quietly to Elena’s bedside. He brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
“You did so well, sweetheart,” he whispered.
He lowered his face to the curve of her neck, his voice barely audible.
“No more children. Going through that pain once is more than enough.”
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