Mr. Tycoon's Beloved Wife: The Madam No One Dares to Offend

Chapter 425: She Is So Angry That She Is About to Vomit

A few minutes later, Riya came out of the bathroom, her face pale.

When she saw Stefan was still sitting there calmly, her little face immediately darkened.

Out of anger, she silently condemned all men for being unreliable. And she especially couldn’t stand Stefan being so indifferent while she was suffering from carrying his child.

"Drink some water."

Riya had just sat down when Stefan handed over a cup of water. And he added, "Even if you’re hungry, you have to eat slowly. Take it easy."

Riya thought,

It takes one minute to ask me if I’d marry you, why do you have to be so slow?>

She gritted her teeth and drank the water in the cup.

The next second, she rushed to the bathroom and vomited again.

Even the water made her feel disgusting.

Stefan, who had been calm, finally felt that something was wrong.

He walked into the bathroom, looked at Riya with a serious face.

"Are you..."

"Yes, I am pregnant. It will be too late if you don’t want to take the responsibility," Riya interrupted calmly.

Stefan’s expression froze. Her deep black eyes narrowed as he stared at her.

He kept staring at her.

After looking at her for a long time, he seemed to confirm the authenticity of her words.

Then he suddenly turned around and went upstairs.

Riya wondered,

Did you go upstairs without saying a word?

You don’t care about me at all?>

Riya looked at the man’s back, almost laughing at herself.

She was waiting for the chance to say yes to him, but in the end, he ran away when he heard that she was pregnant.

He said he liked her. She thought he was lying.

She regretted having been soft-hearted. She knew that she shouldn’t fall in love with Stefan. Now, they couldn’t even be friends.

Riya stared at the upstairs and was about to leave when Stefan hurried downstairs.

Riya frowned at him and pursed her lips. "I’ve made up my mind. I will keep this child, but it has nothing to do with you. I can raise him myself."

It was no big deal for the Marley family to raise a child.

Even though the child wouldn’t have a father, yet he would have dozens of uncles.

She had nothing to worry about.

Stefan glanced at her and said coldly.

"Why would my child and my wife have nothing to do with me? You’ll stick with me in the future."

After the man finished speaking, a sparkling diamond ring appeared in his palm.

Before Riya could react, he put it on her hand without any explanation.

Looking at the reflection of the diamond, the corner of Stefan’s mouth curled into a smile.

He said, "I finally made you my wife!"

Then he looked at Riya and said coldly, "You will be mine in the future. Don’t even think about leaving me."

Riya looked at the beautiful diamond ring on her hand and looked at her fair palm reflected by the diamond ring. She blinked.

She looked at him in a daze and said expressionlessly, "Why did you take it out?"

What did you do last night? Is it just a waste?> she thought.

Stefan stared at Riya’s hand as if he was afraid she would take it off.

He pursed his lips and said, "Of course you have to wear it when you get married."

"Are you not going to propose?"

Riya was stunned.

Would you die if you tell me you love me and ask me if I want to marry you?>

The man looked at her thoughtfully. Under Riya’s gaze, he said calmly, "Didn’t I propose just now? You even put on the ring."

Riya thought,

Aren’t you the one who forced it on me?>

A trace of uneasiness flashed across Stefan’s face. He coughed lightly and said, "It’s too late to repent now."

Riya thought,

Alright, I take it!>

In the late winter, the weather was frigid.

As New Year’s Day approached, the entire street seemed to become lively because of the festival.

The Anderson family was very busy currently.

It was the first year after Margaret get married, they decided to celebrate Christmas with the Anderson family.

Orlenna complained, yet she asked servants to clean up the house. "Take off Margaret’s blanket and change it into the one with babies on it."

Orlenna was instructing the maid at the side. Hearing this, Hilla couldn’t help but say, "Mom, Margaret came back to celebrate Christmas with us, not to ask for kids. You don’t have to do this."

This was too obvious. She was afraid that Margaret would be unhappy again when she returned.

After all, this kind of thing that was full of hints would make Margaret feel pressured.

Orlenna snorted. "She has been married for more than half a year and hasn’t even let out a fart. Doesn’t she need to ask for a child?"

Orlenna’s words made sense, and Hilla had no way to refute them.

So, she went to play Legos with the kids.

"Margaret has always been strong. Why is it so hard for her to get pregnant?"

Hilla understood the complaints of Orlenna.

Although the Jorgansen Group didn’t say anything, as the Jorgansen Group’s successor, the pressure on Julian would not be slight.

Although the Jorgansens treated Margaret with respect, this invisible pressure would sooner or later press down on her.

At that time, it would be even more challenging to maintain the relationship between husband and wife. Orlenna had the reason to be worried.

"I’m afraid we can’t force her to be pregnant." Hilla lowered her head and muttered to herself.

She understood that kind of feeling. When she wanted to but couldn’t get it, she was even more afraid.

She also did some extreme things because she could not get pregnant for a while.

In fact, it was not only her who was hurt but also those who cared about her.

Hilla understood Margaret since she had gone through the same thing.

She wouldn’t push Margaret like Orlenna, but she was also worried about Margaret’s future well-being.

"You are right. We can’t. But if we don’t force her, she won’t be anxious."

Orlenna frowned. She didn’t understand why Margaret looked healthy but couldn’t get pregnant.

"Is it because Margaret is too fat?" said Orlenna to herself.

"Madam, Ms. Anderson and Mr. Jorgansen are back."

The maid ran back in a hurry, her face full of joy.

Christmas became lively because there were more people.

Hilla quickly got up from the carpet, and the two little kids under her feet hugged her legs.

She struggled for a moment and did not break free.

"Mom, carry me."

The kids stretched out her arm and asked.

Hilla smiled and had no choice but to squat down and say, "Aunt is back. Let’s go see Aunt together, okay?"

As soon as Hilla finished speaking, Margaret’s cheerful voice rang out in the courtyard.

Then she heard Margaret’s roar.

"What? Riya is pregnant!"

After that, she turned around and glared at Julian.

"You have worked on me so diligently, yet I’m still not pregnant. I know it’s your problem." Margaret thought.

...

Margaret’s glance wasn’t very harmful, but it was highly insulting.

Julian subconsciously frowned and felt that something was wrong.

This could not be blamed on him!

"What are you shouting for? Riya is pregnant. But why are you so excited?"

Orlenna tugged at Margaret and pulled her gaze back from Julian.

And she warned, "Don’t blame other people."

When Margaret turned to the other side, Julian immediately felt relieved.

He handed the car keys to the butler and took Margaret’s luggage. "Let’s get into the house first."

Orlenna nodded and pulled Margaret inside.

Margaret frowned with dissatisfaction and muttered in a low voice, "Why is she pregnant?" It seemed like she was the only one who didn’t.

Orlenna glared at her. "Why would she wait for you?"

Margaret snorted, feeling wronged. "Riya isn’t young, yet she got pregnant so easily. Is she taking medicine?"

Orlenna poked her in the head.

"I think it’s time for you to take medicine. You have been preparing for so long. Are you giving birth to Volsung?"

Margaret scratched her head and said unhappily, "Even if I’m giving birth to Volsung. I still need to be pregnant first."

Afraid that Orlenna would continue to criticize her, Margaret quickly added, "You can’t blame me for this. Julian was the one who didn’t want children. It’s all his fault."

After she finished speaking, she didn’t dare to look at Julian behind her. She quickly ran away when Orlenna was occupied by other things.

Julian had not yet recovered from his shock when he felt Orlenna’s deep gaze. His nerves immediately tensed up.

He pursed his lips and muttered, "Orlenna, should we put the things in the kitchen?"

Orlenna looked away and said indifferently, "Ask the butler. He will arrange these things. You should use your energy on the right things."

Julian felt that his mother-in-law was implying something!

Knowing that Margaret had returned, a big smile appeared on Hilla’s face.

Margaret directly pounced on her. Before she could open her arms, Margaret had already crouched down and picked up a kid by her feet.

"My dear nephew."

After saying that, she kissed the two little guys.

The little guy in his arms frowned and looked at the woman in front of him. The saliva on his face clearly made him dislike her.

His small hand wiped his face in dissatisfaction and then slapped Margaret on the face.

"Little brat, are you looking down on your aunt? It’s only been a few months since we last met, and you already forgot whose milk you ate back then."

Hilla coughed.

She was almost choked by Margaret’s words. She secretly sized her up.

Sure enough, Orlenna, who was behind them, heard it and came up to pinch Margaret. "Damned girl, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Margaret glanced at Orlenna and then at Julian, who was following behind her.

Her little face turned red, and she whispered, "I said it was the milk I prepared. I delivered it to their mouths. Why is it not mine? I also spent money on milk powder."

Speaking of this, Hilla was very grateful for Margaret.

Knowing that her two children didn’t have enough milk, Margaret went to buy her milk powder that day. Although the money was paid by Bruce, Margaret contributed.

"Are you tired from the trip?"

Hilla pulled Margaret to the side with a smile, and they squatted together, talked in front of the two little guys who didn’t understand anything.

Margaret shook her head. "It’s only been a few hours. I’m not tired at all."

Margaret held a kid in her arms. However, the kid disliked her very much and directly rolled out of her arms. He even rolled his eyes at her and fiercely said one word, "Annoying."

"Well, I mean..."

Margaret was about to roll up her sleeves in anger. Hilla quickly pulled her down.

"Andrew never liked people getting close to him. Not even me."

Hilla glanced at his son, who was playing by himself and felt a little helpless. As the mother, she was not liked by his two sons.

"Henry is a little better. But his personality is a little strange, unlike your Bruce and I."

Hilla believed that her personality was pretty good. She was not aloof, and she was

social.

Although Bruce was serious outside, she had never seen him like this. On the contrary, she felt that Bruce was still very clingy.

However, why were her children so difficult to approach?

The two kids liked playing together and were inseparable, though.

Margaret turned around from the bodies of the two little ones, then approached Hilla and said thoughtfully, "How can you tell the two of them?"

She couldn’t differentiate them every time.

Hilla pursed his lips and said seriously, "Henry is more outgoing. Andrew has darker skin. Their temperaments are different too."

Margaret thought, "They even have temperaments?"

Margaret stared at the kids for a moment, then sighed, "Forget it. I’m not their mother. I don’t need to bother myself with this."

She decided to give up on observing temperaments.

After saying that, she approached Hilla with a mysterious face and whispered, "Is Riya really pregnant?"

Hilla thought, "Who would lie about this?"

Nodding, Hilla affirmed, "Riya has checked. She should be going to the hospital for a detailed examination in the next two days. I think there should be no big problem."

Margaret’s small face puffed up, and in the next second, it deflated.

She felt wronged and said, "She’s not married, yet she got pregnant so easily. I’m married, and I’ve been working on it very hard..."

Hilla quickly covered her mouth. She glanced at Julian, who was drinking tea with Orlenna not far away, and whispered, "Don’t be so loud. You won’t want to get heard."

Margaret rolled her eyes and snorted, "Why wouldn’t I? I don’t care."

After that, she glared at Julian. "It’s his problem."

Hilla thought, "This can’t be completely blamed on one person!"

Meeting Margaret’s angry gaze, Hilla quickly changed her tone, "Margaret, you will definitely be fine."

Margaret withdrew her gaze in satisfaction, pursed her lips, and looked at Hilla pitifully. "Then why is there no movement in my belly?"

She thought to herself, "For others, getting pregnant was like playing a game, while for me, it’s climbing a mountain. I climb fast, but I’m still halfway."

"You guys are so young. It should be soon."

Hilla didn’t know how to comfort Margaret. But Margaret wasn’t someone who could calm down with just a few words.

"Young? Halle and Riya are both older than me. They are both pregnant before me. Am I not working hard enough?"

Hilla blushed and felt a little embarrassed.

How would an outsider like her know about this?

Margaret felt angry when she imagined Riya showing off in front of her.

She was so angry that she couldn’t breathe. Her stomach began to churn.

She was so angry that she was about to vomit!