Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1468: My Stomach Hurts

Little Joy inside mommy Willow Crawford’s belly smiled, it’s okay, as long as you’re happy.

"Honey, are you hungry? I asked the servant to make some chicken porridge. Let me feed you a little."

Willow Crawford was feeling hungry, perhaps because she was pregnant; the baby needed nutrition, but her appetite wasn’t great. Especially the sensation of food in her mouth was quite unpleasant, making her often want to throw up.

She didn’t want to eat, but considering the baby, she nodded, "Alright, I’ll eat a little."

Morgan Ashworth’s happiest moments now were watching her eat, the more the better. He didn’t want his wife and son to be hungry.

Morgan Ashworth personally fed her with a spoon. Willow Crawford took a small sip, and Morgan asked, "Does it taste good?"

It doesn’t taste good.

Willow Crawford smiled, "It’s okay."

"Then finish this bowl of porridge."

It was inevitable that Willow couldn’t finish it. She ate half a bowl and didn’t want any more, fearing she would throw up everything she had swallowed.

Morgan Ashworth ate the remaining half bowl. He felt that by the end of the pregnancy, she wouldn’t gain weight; it would probably be him who would.

Because she gave everything she left to him to finish.

"Honey, go to sleep, I will stay with you and little Joy."

"Okay." Willow closed her eyes and really fell asleep.

Morgan Ashworth held her in his arms, placing his large hand on her flat belly. He wasn’t sleepy at all; everything he had dreamed of was at his fingertips. This sense of satisfaction and happiness made him start to fear losing it all.

Morgan Ashworth lowered his head, leaving a gentle kiss on her forehead, lingering for a long time.

...

Morgan Ashworth always stayed with Willow Crawford, so Willow never found the opportunity for the third heart blood extraction.

But she knew she couldn’t delay any longer, as the medical books stated that the three blood extractions should be consecutive, within a time limit; otherwise, it would all be for naught.

Morgan Ashworth was just a step away from recovering his health; victory was just ahead.

But Willow Crawford also knew that after the third heart blood extraction, she and the baby would be approaching their end.

She was unconflicted and regretless.

"Honey, I’ll be going out to handle something soon. I’ll be back quickly, you stay at home and wait for me obediently, don’t go running around. The doctor advised you to rest and protect the baby." Morgan Ashworth reminded her worriedly.

He was going out, which meant the time had come.

"Okay, I won’t run around. You focus on your work." As she spoke, Willow picked up the coat and personally helped Morgan put it on.

"I can do it myself; you’re pregnant now, I don’t need you to serve me." Morgan Ashworth said with warm affection.

Willow insisted, "Honey, let me help you; it’s my duty as a wife."

Her movements were gentle and serious, meticulously helping him put on the coat and straighten the collar. Morgan felt her small hand lingering on his body, every touch stirring his heart, making it ripple.

Morgan Ashworth held her little hand, "What’s with you today, honey, why are you treating me so well?"

Willow raised her eyebrows charmingly, "What do you mean? Haven’t I always treated you well? I think a dog ate your conscience."

"No, you’ve always treated me well, but today it’s exceptionally good, I feel so flattered."

Willow stood on tiptoes and gave him a strong kiss on his handsome cheek, "From now on, every day I will treat you this well."

Morgan Ashworth reached out to hug her, "Honey, with you like this, I don’t want to leave. I’ll ask Eleven to change the schedule, today I don’t want to go out, I just want to stay with you and little Joy."

Willow swiftly pushed him out and waved her little hand, "Honey, you should go, don’t be lazy. Remember, you need to earn money to support me and little Joy."

"Then I’ll go."

"Alright."

Morgan Ashworth walked towards the luxury car on the lawn.

His figure gradually became distant, and Willow stood under the vintage palace lantern watching him walk further away. Suddenly, her eyes reddened; this was the last time she would see him off.

That fool, he still didn’t know anything, he didn’t know that this goodbye was the eternal farewell.

Willow’s two small hands hanging at her sides tightly clenched into fists. She used all her strength to restrain herself, not to call him, not to chase after him, not to make him turn back.

Just quietly sending him away.

Eleven respectfully opened the backcar door, Morgan Ashworth sat inside, and the luxury car sped away.

Morgan Ashworth looked at Willow through the rearview mirror; Willow stood there, she hadn’t left. She kept staring at him intently.

Inside, Morgan Ashworth felt tender yet simultaneously threatened by a sense of unease, as if something bad was about to happen.

At this moment, Eleven spoke, "Master, there is something I’m unsure whether or not to tell you."

Morgan Ashworth raised his head, "What is it, why are you being so hesitant?"

Eleven hesitated, "It’s regarding madam..."

"What is it, just say it."

"Master, I investigated at the hospital. Actually, madam knew she was pregnant several days ago, but she hid it and didn’t tell you."

Morgan Ashworth furrowed his brow; she already knew she was pregnant?

Why didn’t she tell him?

She must have her reasons.

Morgan Ashworth said indifferently, "Willow surely has her considerations; she told me now, didn’t she? There’s no need to bring this up."

"But master, there’s something else..."

"Say it."

"Madam scheduled a painless abortion surgery, she even walked into the operating room, intending to terminate the child."

Upon hearing these words, Morgan Ashworth’s pupils suddenly contracted, his expression changed drastically, "What did you say? Repeat that!"

Morgan Ashworth exuded a stern and intimidating aura, his face so ominous it could drop the water, chilling and fearful.

What painless abortion surgery?

How could Willow want to terminate the child?

This was his and her child.

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

Eleven, "Master, it’s absolutely true. These are the hospital records and surveillance footage."

Morgan Ashworth snatched over the items. When he saw Willow’s figure walking into the operating room at that moment, his heart was cast into the abyss, irredeemable.

Willow had actually wanted to terminate their child!

How could she do this?

Her heart was so cold.

...

Morgan Ashworth left, and Willow returned to her room. She took out the long silver needle, removed her outerwear, prepared for the third heart blood extraction.

Her hand rested on her small belly, speaking softly, "Little Joy, you need to be brave, Mommy needs to be brave too. Together now we’ll save your daddy, okay?"

Little Joy couldn’t respond, so Willow assumed he agreed.

Willow held the silver needle, slowly pushing it into her heart.

Intense pain immediately struck, nearly causing her to faint; the key was, she felt her stomach hurt terribly.