Chapter 832 Call the Doctor!
Lucas sent over the modification blueprint. Given that the project involved Natalie's child, Lucas felt compelled to explain, "This material needs to be rated for Level 1 explosion resistance. The smart system isn't advanced enough; it needs to automatically protect the baby in case of danger. The wheels are also subpar; they can't even go up stairs."
He continued detailing further improvements.
"Um, it's not bad," Oliver remarked, somewhat impressed that the stroller modified by Lucas seemed almost on par with military-grade equipment.
He and Lucas rarely agreed completely on any matter.
"I have a request," Oliver added, "The appearance and color of the stroller must be suitable for a girl."
Lucas paused for a moment and asked, "Is the baby Natalie carrying a girl?"
A skilled doctor can indeed determine the gender from a four-month fetal ultrasound image.
Despite not knowing whether Natalie was expecting a boy or a girl, Oliver nodded without hesitation. "Yes."
Lucas looked at the baby stroller in his hands and began to ponder seriously. He wondered if Oliver was telling the truth or if he knew they were betting on the baby's gender to deliberately confuse his judgment.
It should be noted that Lucas had bet on a boy.
Not for any particular reason, except perhaps for the convenience of reprimanding him when he does not listen to Natalie in the future—no, for educational purposes, he just tended to prefer boys. One princess from the Windsor family, Natalie, was enough.
The top-grade materials needed for the modification were almost impossible to find elsewhere. Lucas brought the stroller to the Paykston branch, where the materials were supplied, and the expenses would be deducted directly from his profit share.
At night, when the core of the modification was done, Lucas stood up to stretch his body. Suddenly, he felt a headache at his temples and a tightness in his chest.
"Lucas, what's wrong?"
His assistant quickly came to his aid.
"You look terrible! I'll call a doctor for you!"
"No need!" Lucas interrupted, saying, "Just bring me some food, I haven't had dinner."
The assistant sighed in relief. "Why are you like this? Didn't I tell you that you need to take care of yourself? You haven't even had dinner!"
"Go quickly," Lucas urged, not wanting to be treated as if he were an elderly person on the verge of death.
However, it had to be said that his body did resemble a high-voltage power line on the verge of collapse at any moment.
Lucas was indeed feeling unwell during that period, but he managed to get through it. He looked at himself in the mirror, and his condition seemed to gradually improve. The episode of low blood sugar earlier might have indeed been due to him skipping meals.
Lucas tried not to dwell too much on it.
…
For Natalie, the days of her pregnancy were far from dull. Marjorie had prepared a comprehensive prenatal education program for her. Three times a week, a small band came to the Rosewood Estate to perform live music for Natalie and her unborn baby. On alternate days, Natalie participated in prenatal yoga sessions. She was attended by three instructors and a traveling doctor, an obstetrician hired specifically by Oliver, separate from the family doctor in the Rosewood Estate.
The estate frequently hosted activities such as flower arranging, tea making, chess, and painting to keep Natalie engaged and entertained.
Marjorie, who had initially boasted to her friends about expecting another great-grandson or great-granddaughter—excluding Tina—found joy in Natalie's activities. Her daily Facebook posts evolved to highlight Natalie’s accomplishments:
[Natalie's tea making skills surpass those of professionals!]
The post was uploaded with a picture of Natalie, dressed casually, sitting under a magnolia tree making tea.
[Natalie made a chocolate cake comparable to one from a Michelin-star chef, and she even made a special low-sugar, low-fat version for me!]
With that, she posted a picture of Natalie baking.
When Flora visited, she brought along maternity clothes she had designed for Natalie and clothes for Marjorie as well.
As expected, Marjorie posted on Facebook again.
[I received new clothes!]
Marjorie included pictures of the clothes.
Natalie's maternity clothes were very comfortable, and they were made by Flora's studio assistant under Flora's instructions because they did not require a high level of craftsmanship. On the other hand, Marjorie's clothes were personally tailored and embroidered by Flora.
Marjorie also boasted about Natalie's prowess in board games, posting a photo of Natalie playing chess with a chess master and a checkers master.
[Natalie is a master at chess. Whose child can come and have a friendly match with her?]
[I knew Natalie was good at cooking, but I had no idea she was also skilled in chess and checkers!]
Marjorie kept tagging her elderly friends. Some of them did not want to talk to her, and some even wanted to block her. However, there were also some who left comments on her posts.
[Natalie looks so good pregnant!]
[I heard that she's good at cooking, but I didn't know she could bake as well!]
[Flora's exclusive design? I'm so envious!
Marjorie continued to show off, having found herself such a talented great-granddaughter-in-law.
For a moment, the circle that had always felt that Natalie was not good enough for Oliver was silenced. After all, if someone like Natalie was not good enough, could it be that their daughters were good enough? Their daughters were not as talented or charming as Natalie. Perhaps their daughters were only better at spending money compared to Natalie.
Many of them considered blocking Marjorie on Facebook, but in the end, they decided against it, worried they would miss out on important updates regarding the Windsor family.
Oliver also noticed Marjorie's frequent posting on Facebook every day. It seemed like she was striving to become an Internet-savvy grandmother.
However, Oliver's focus was on another matter.
'Why is the chess player a man?'
Overnight, all the prenatal instructors were replaced by women.
…
Natalie was highly skilled in chess. The two female teachers who came gradually could not keep up with Natalie's moves.
As Natalie's interest began to wane, her phone rang. It was Emily.
"Natalie, VOGUE has invited you to be their next cover model for the upcoming issue. Are you willing to accept it?"
"The next issue? Doesn't that mean we have to shoot in the next few days? But my belly is already quite noticeable now." Natalie frowned. The global resources of VOGUE were hard to come by, otherwise, Emily would not be asking Natalie at this time.
"Yes, if you accept, their team will send someone over tomorrow; their team is based in Paykston," Emily explained, "They're aware that you are pregnant."
"How did they know?" Natalie wondered aloud, quickly realizing that those with the ability to know would naturally know. Then, she said, "I'll discuss it with Oliver and get back to you in half an hour."
"Okay."
Natalie's job was her own business, and she could decide whether to take it or not.
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