Chapter 486 It's A Boy
Pattie also said, "Old Master Jordan, don't worry. Fortunately, everything has been arranged in advance. Young Master Jordan, where are the things? Have you brought them over?"
Anderson said in a low voice, "I was in a hurry when we left the house, so I didn't have time to think about it. I've already sent someone back to retrieve it."
"Alright, everyone, don't worry too much. Young Madam is so strong, she will definitely be able to survive. Everything will be fine."
Although she said that, Pattie had been pacing back and forth in the corridor. From the looks of it, she was the one who was most worried about Clarissa.
Anderson sat on the bench, holding his head. For the first time in his life, he was so nervous that even his fingertips felt tense.
He was a little impatient because of Pattie. He said, "Pattie, could you stop pacing back and forth?"
Pattie glanced at him and didn't dare to move anymore, so she could only sit down.
After a while, Anderson suddenly stood up and walked to the side.
Pattie was stunned. She opened her mouth subconsciously and wanted to stop him, but she was stopped by Old Madam Jordan.
"Let him have some alone time. He is probably dead worried about her. Let him cool himself down alone."
Therefore, Pattie held back her urge to say anything.
Anderson walked to a remote place, which was not too far away from the delivery room. He could know what was going on at first instance and avoid everyone at the same time.
He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Upon careful examination, one could see that his fingertips were still trembling.
Holding the lighter, he lowered his head and lit the cigarette several times before finally lighting it up.
Anderson took a few deep breaths before exhaling a few puffs of smoke. As the smoke twirled silver-blue. a pair of sharp eyes faintly red was barely visible.
At this moment, David came in with a bag.
At the first glance, seeing Anderson smoking while leaning against the corner of the wall, David let out a cry in surprise. "Mr. Jordan!"
Anderson's facial expression darkened as he took it over.
He then took a drag on his cigarette and put it out before throwing it into the trash can. Then he walked to the delivery room with the bag valiantly.
David didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he saw the expression on his face, as if he was getting ready for a deadly fight.
Mr. Jordan, were you going to the delivery room or going to the battlefield?
For David, the difference between giving birth to a child and going to the battlefield was like heaven and earth.
But for Clarissa, both of them were actually the same.
The surgery went very well and the process went on smoothly/
The surgeons were all very experienced who had been hired from abroad by Anderson. They had stayed in Flaucford since half a month ago.
This was probably the treatment the queen would have received in the ancient when she gave birth to a baby.
A clear and melodious cry of a baby sounded. The people waiting outside were suddenly shocked, and soon after, joy appeared on their faces one by one.
"The baby is here!"
Anderson was also stunned.
The door of the delivery room had not yet been opened, yet he was rooted to the spot. Listening to the loud cry of the baby, he seemed to be petrified.
Old Madam Jordan was so happy that she started to cry with joy. She nudged him.
"What are you waiting for? That's your son! Go and have a look!"
Only then did he come to his senses. Petrified and appalled, he was more sluggish than usual.
The doctor quickly came out with the baby in his arms.
"Congratulations, it's a boy."
"Great! I'm sure he'll be as promising as Anderson in the future."
Everyone swarmed over. Old Madam Jordan was the first one to hold the baby. She almost cried in joy as soon as she saw the baby who still had his eyes closed.
On Anderson's face, however, there was not much joy could be seen.
Without even glancing at the child, he grabbed the doctor's arm and asked, "Where's my wife?"
The doctor smiled and said, "You still need to wait a few more minutes. We're cleaning up for her now. She will be out soon."
"Can I go in and see her now?"
"Not now. Don't bring bacteria in."
After that, the doctor closed the door.
Anderson could only stand outside the door and wait, his heart burning with anxiety.
However, the cleaning up didn't take long. Soon, Clarissa was pushed out of the room.
As the surgery was done under anesthetic, she was still in a coma and wearing an oxygen mask on her face. Her face was a little pale.
Anderson's heart tightened. He rushed up to hold her hand and called out softly, "Clarissa."
Clarissa who was lying in the hospital bed did not respond.
The doctor smiled and said, "She won't wake up so soon. We'll bring her to the ward first! Be careful not to catch a cold."
Then, all the people flocked to send Clarissa to the ward.
Clarissa woke up at five o'clock in the afternoon.
When she woke up, the sun outside had set, revealing a hint of golden afterglow.
The windows in the room were tightly closed, but half of the curtains were not drawn. The whole room was filled with a warm atmosphere.
Clarissa was stunned for a while before remembering where she was.
Then she was stunned.
"My baby!"
The next second, her hand was held by someone.
When she turned around, she saw a pair of deep bloodshot eyes.
"Anderson?" Clarissa's lips parted a little, her voice a little hoarse. "Where's our baby?"
Anderson pulled over a cradle that had been by his side all along.
"Our baby is here. Don't be afraid."
His voice was very soft, and his tone was gentle. As soon as Clarissa's gaze fell at the adorable ball of fluff lying in the white cradle, her eyes turned red in an instant.
Anderson hurriedly stretched out his hand to wipe her tears.
"Don't cry. It's not good for your health to cry after you have just given birth to a baby."
Clarissa choked with sobs and said, "Let me hold him."
"Okay, don't cry first. I'll let you hold him."
Clarissa quickly wiped away her tears. Anderson stood up and carried the child out of the cradle clumsily.
Watching his every move, Clarissa's heart was about to jump out of her throat. She took the baby over after much difficulty and immediately carried it in her arms as it was some precious treasure.
Anderson was speechless.
Suddenly, he felt as if he had fallen from grace.
The child was still sleeping. Perhaps because he felt safe and secure, even if he was carried around like this, he showed no signs of waking up.
His face was wrinkled with his eyes closed. His eyelashes were long and thick.
His pink lips were sealed tightly, looking serious at first glance.
His skin was still red and tender as if it was almost translucent. Clarissa could still see the tiny blood capillaries under his skin.
Clarissa was happy to see that, but she frowned as she stared at the baby longer.
Anderson had been paying attention to her expression the entire time. Seeing her frown, he quickly asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
"Anderson, when the baby came out, were you there all the time?"
Anderson was stunned for a moment before replying, "No, but grandma has someone watching over the baby."
Clarissa's frown deepened.
Anderson couldn't figure out what she was thinking, so he could only remain silent.
Clarissa suddenly said, "Tell me, is this our baby? Why do I feel that he is so ugly? He doesn't seem like our child at all."
Anderson was speechless.
Haha!
"It's the first time I've seen a mother who actually thinks that her baby is ugly." Anderson thought.
He patiently explained, "Newborns are all like this. He is still young. He will look good when he grows up."
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