Chapter 353 Disguised to Go to the Bar
After Synergy Global Corporation had just taken a break, they managed to secure some projects.
In the following week, Katniss aggressively intercepted Synergy Global Corporation's projects, sabotaging several projects that Synergy Global Corporation was about to secure.
White Corporation didn't lack projects; any additional ones meant extra profit.
If Katniss couldn't pull them over, she would cause trouble.
In Nicholas and Emory's words, Katniss's action was about harming others for her benefit."Tristan, Katniss wasn't like this before; she learned it from you," Nicholas grumbled.
Emory was taken aback and quickly asked, "What was Katniss like before? When I met her, she was already so capable, working hard even while pregnant."
What was Katniss like before? Nicholas lay on the sofa, thinking for a long time, but couldn't remember what Katniss was like before.
Now, all he could think of was the business elite version of Katniss.
In the large room, Evie's voice echoed as she glared at Tristan, trying to snatch the pacifier from his hand.
It was Emory's idea to set up the meeting, using Nicholas as bait to get Tristan to come over.
Actually, Tristan was to see Evie.
But after Evie arrived, Tristan held her in his arms and wouldn't let go, so Emory could only see her but not touch her.
However, it was better than not being able to see her at all a few days ago.
"Tristan, after all, you're a man. You should make money to support the family, but not just take care of the child all day." Emory hinted that he should go to work.
Evie was about to cry, so Tristan gave her the pacifier back and glanced sideways at Emory, "Weren't you in the same situation as me before, and didn't you live quite comfortably?"
Emory's expression changed.
Nicholas chimed in, "He's different from you. She was a lady from a wealthy family. He quit his job to chase her and willingly became a kept man."
What about Tristan? Before he got together with Katniss, he shielded her from the wind and rain, and after getting together, he just dumped the mess.
"Do you know what manly charm is?" Tristan didn't care. Could he let his woman get tired? He had already arranged everything.
Hearing this, Nicholas patted Emory on the shoulder, "He's indeed better at handling things than you."
Emory felt very uncomfortable. "It was a mistake to call you guys over today. I feel like dying. Before I die, can I hold my goddaughter?"
He stood up, reaching out his claws towards Evie, while still observing Tristan's expression.
Fortunately, Tristan didn't stop him, but he didn't let him hold her for free either, "Help me find out what's going on with Travis's funds and the identity of Sam's biological father."
He had only found out that Sam's biological father was a foreigner, but not purebred, rather mixed-race.
"I..." Emory almost wanted to put Evie back, "Please, where am I supposed to find that out?"
"Investigate Ivy. My people are too cautious around her. Bring over two of your people from abroad. She often disguises herself and goes to bars." Tristan took out a stack of photos from his pocket.
It was Ivy, heavily made up to the point where she was almost unrecognizable. Maybe it was the angle of the photos or the disguise, but Ivy looked only about thirty, a sexy, charming, and alluring woman.
Emory cursed, "Your stepmother is quite the player, huh? Your dad doesn't beat her?"
"Beat her for what?" Nicholas sneered, "Why shouldn't Ivy find someone else? Getting a son for free also comes with a price."
After a few seconds of hesitation, Emory patted his forehead, "I forgot about that. I'll also investigate Sam for you. If I can get a photo of Sam and find out he's mixed-race, your dad must be cheated."
Ever since they found out about Sam's existence, they had only seen a few photos of him.
Photos from when he was about ten years old, looking like a doll, with the mixed-race features very obvious.
Logically, those eyes shouldn't be grayish-brown.
But it was just a photo, not reliable. Beauty filters or colored contacts could have been used.
Anyway, it was clear he wasn't Travis and Ivy's child.
"Whatever, as long as you can find out."
He would handle Travis himself, as it was unknown how powerful the person behind Travis was.
After explaining everything, he took away Emory's right to hold Evie.
"Isn't that too much?" Emory looked longingly at Evie, who was smiling at him, with two little teeth already showing.
Her expression made her even more lovable!
"How long you can hold Evie depends on how much you can help me," Tristan said, showing his capitalist side, then glanced at Nicholas and said, "Katniss asked me to tell you that she thinks something is wrong with Saskia. You'd better get her a psychologist."
After coming back from the hospital, Katniss kept feeling that something was wrong with Saskia.
She didn't have the joy of being a mother, was anxious about everything, and postpartum depression was not to be taken lightly.
Nicholas was stunned for a moment, then quickly sat up on the sofa, "What do you mean?"
"Just what it sounds like," Tristan said and left with Evie.
After Saskia got pregnant, Nicholas spent a lot of effort researching pregnancy precautions, breastfeeding, and postpartum depression, which was a significant concern during the breastfeeding period.
A shiver ran through him, and he quickly left Emory's place, driving straight to the postpartum recovery center.
Saskia was staying at the most expensive postpartum recovery center in Velvet City, where professionals took care of the mothers' diet and the babies.
So, Saskia's mother only stayed with her for two days before leaving.
Their mother-daughter relationship wasn't good. When Saskia cut ties with her family, her mother's attitude was terrible.
Now, it was awkward for them to be alone together, so Saskia's mother found an excuse to leave.
Ellen came by every day, and Nicholas stayed with Saskia at night.
He rarely came during the day, but this time he found Ellen and several nannies gathered around the baby, talking about something.
He went to the bedroom alone and saw Saskia standing by the window, lost in thought.
A gentle breeze blew in through the half-open window. Nicholas walked over and closed it, "Saskia, the nannies said not to let the wind in, so you don't get sick."
"But the wind is warm," Saskia said as he pressed her to sit on the bed, her eyes lacking their usual sparkle.
Nicholas carefully observed her, "It's still not good. Be good, and once you recover, I'll take you out to enjoy the breeze as much as you want."
Saskia hesitated, looking down at her swollen body, "Forget it, I'm too fat. Besides, your mom said the baby is too young to go out. We have to wait until after this winter, maybe next year."
"I'll take you out; why bring the baby?" Nicholas was puzzled.
Saskia said seriously, "They all say that breastfeeding mothers can't leave their babies."
Nicholas felt a mix of confusion and pain.
He kissed Saskia's forehead, "Don't worry, leave everything to me. You just focus on recovering."
Saskia didn't say much. After a few words, someone came to deliver a snack.
It was a bowl of soup, some fruit, and pastries.
She frowned as she drank the soup, finding it hard to swallow. The surface was dotted with oil, making it look greasy.
"She prefers strong flavors in her meals. When you make the soup, add more salt. This is too greasy; she can't drink it if it's not salty," Nicholas instructed the person delivering the food.
The person was surprised and retorted, "Mr. Kennedy, the soup for postpartum mothers can only have a little salt. Generally, we don't dare to add much; too much is bad for the baby."
In the time it took to say those two sentences, Saskia had already finished the bowl of soup.
"I'm used to it," she said, putting down the bowl and starting to eat something else.
Nicholas watched her eat with a frown. After she was full and ready for a nap, he left.
Ellen was sitting on the sofa in the living room, "It's broad daylight, aren't you busy with work? Why did you come here?"
"I came to check on Saskia," Nicholas sat down next to her and asked, "Mom, do you think Saskia's condition is normal?"
"What's wrong with her?" Ellen was taken aback, thinking carefully about his question.
"Do you think she might have postpartum depression?" Nicholas had no experience, and what he read in books might not be accurate.
After a while, Ellen's face grew serious, "If you think that, you should get a doctor to check her out. Don't guess around; this is no joke. Go quickly!"
Nicholas quickly stood up, "Alright, I'll go find a doctor now."
After Saskia's nap, the doctor arrived, disguised as a staff member from the postpartum recovery center, and talked with Saskia for about ten minutes before diagnosing her.
Moderate postpartum depression.
"Generally, in such cases, it's not recommended for the mother to continue breastfeeding. She should take medication and undergo postpartum recovery to alleviate her body image anxiety, which will help her recover faster."
Actually, Saskia didn't produce much breast milk. The postpartum recovery center provided her with meals that promoted lactation, with lots of soup.
Hearing the doctor's advice, Ellen decisively made a decision, "Nicholas, from today on, don't go to the company. Stay here and fully support her treatment. I'll coordinate with the recovery center to wean the baby and help her with postpartum recovery to quickly alleviate her body image anxiety."
Nicholas was flustered, but Ellen's presence helped him stay grounded, "Got it, Mom. I'll go in and stay with her now."
Nicholas called Katniss to thank her, and that's how Katniss found out about Saskia's moderate postpartum depression diagnosis.
"The doctor said if we had neglected it any longer, it could have turned into severe postpartum depression, which could be life-threatening. Katniss, I can't thank you enough."
Katniss was driving home when she took his call, "No need to thank me. Just take good care of Saskia. Once she recovers, take her out to socialize; it will help a lot."
"No problem," Nicholas agreed readily, "I won't keep you. Don't want Tristan to get jealous. I'll thank you in person next time."
After hanging up, Katniss couldn't help but smile. Tristan's jealousy was well-known.
In a daze, she suddenly saw a familiar figure on a nearby bus—it was Aaron.
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