Chapter 193 Mrs. Semona, You Are Truly Amazing
The doc's words hit like a ton of bricks.
Regina was pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl.
Regina listened, totally stunned for a sec, then broke into a smile, her eyes all crescent moon-like.
"Honestly, I don't care if it's a boy or a girl..." But she knew Douglas wanted a daughter.
He never outright said it, but Regina noticed one of the nursery styles at home was a pink princess room.
Yep, Douglas was already decking out the nursery.
He even got his hands dirty with the design.
Regina glanced at Douglas, seeing him stay quiet for a bit, trying to chill his wild emotions.
He walked over, leaned down, kissed her forehead, and proudly said, "Honey, you're amazing."
Amazing? Was he talking about the twins?
Regina felt a bit awkward with his praise.
From a bio standpoint, having twins was the woman's deal, but wasn't it the guy who decided if it's a boy or girl?
So, Regina shot back seriously, "Honey, so are you."
The doc just watched them, blushing, thinking they were super sweet.
After leaving the hospital, Douglas couldn't wait to spill the news to family and friends.
As expected, it caused a big buzz.
On the way home, Douglas kept one hand on the wheel and the other on her belly, gently stroking it like it was the most precious thing ever.
Regina caught the smile on his lips from the corner of her eye, a smile that hadn't left his face.
Meanwhile, Mars, lugging a thick stack of papers, walked into the ward.
He opened the door and saw Philip, in a blue and white striped hospital gown, standing by the window with his back to the door.
He looked way thinner lately, and the open window let in a chilly wind that made his gown billow.
Mars frowned hard at the sight.
"Mr. Sterling," he hurried over, "the doc said you should be resting in bed."
It was freezing outside, and Philip was just standing there in the wind. Didn't he get how bad his condition was?
"Mr. Sterling!" Mars raised his voice when Philip didn't respond.
Still nothing from Philip.
Mars was getting ticked off; he hated seeing Philip didn't care his health.
He didn't know what Philip was staring at, so he quickly walked over and followed his gaze out the window.
Maybe 'cause of the cold and damp weather, there weren't many people in the square below the inpatient building, so Mars quickly spotted the target.
In the rain below, a guy was holding an umbrella and supporting a pregnant woman, walking slowly.
So, Philip was watching this pregnant woman?
Mars got it real quick.
It wasn't until the two figures vanished that Philip finally looked away.
He turned and plopped down on the sofa in the ward, then reached out to Mars.
Mars looked at Philip's pale face, hesitated for a sec, but eventually handed him the stack of papers.
He thought with Edward locked up, things would chill out a bit, and Philip could catch a break and rest.
But nope, when Philip was awake, all he did was work.
"Oh, and Edward's mom knows you're awake and wants to see you," Mars said.
Philip sneered, "She wants to see me? Let her come on her knees."
Mars didn't say anything else.
Even though Philip still looked super weak, he was still proud, which made Mars feel a bit better.
But Mars still got the chills whenever he thought about the knife Edward had plunged into Philip's chest, breaking out in a cold sweat.
That knife had gone deep into Philip's left chest, and his blood had covered his office. Anyone who saw it would've thought he was a goner.
But Philip wasn't about to go out like that.
He pulled through.
Because his heart was on the right side.
They said the odds of having a heart on the right side were like one in a hundred thousand.
He seized that one-in-a-million chance to fight his way back from the edge of death.
Philip was a master at playing the odds.
He'd grab any chance, no matter how tiny, and milk it for all it was worth.
Who knows how long he planned that stab?
He set the trap perfectly, risking it all to bait Edward.
Now, the news that Edward stabbed his own brother in the CEO's office for power was blowing up.
Edward got locked up for intentional injury, his rep in the gutter. The big shareholders who backed him were scrambling to mitigate their losses.
"Now, those big shareholders are ready to sell their shares to you dirt cheap. They just want to get enough money."
But even if they were groveling now, Philip wasn't about to take them seriously. They were dead weight.
Sure enough, as soon as Mars finished talking, he saw Philip smirk and say, "They couldn't see who was boss back then, and now they want enough money? Dream on."
Having been with Philip for so long, Mars could read between the lines.
Philip probably wanted to snatch those shares.
How to make them comply? That was not for Mars to worry about.
Most of the time, he just had to be a machine, following orders.
Mars stood quietly, waiting for Philip to finish going through the project docs.
Mars wanted Philip to rest, but Philip couldn't sit still. "When can I get out of here?" Philip asked.
"The doc said at least another week."
"A week?" Philip couldn't wait that long.
His condition was under wraps, but both inside and outside the company, things were shaky, and he needed to show up.
"By tomorrow at the latest, get me out."
Mars knew arguing was pointless, so he reluctantly agreed.
Philip closed his pen, tossed the docs aside, and opened a webpage on his phone.
Philip, who usually didn't care about online news, had been keeping an eye on trends lately.
He saw that Douglas and Regina had gone public with their relationship.
Besides, he saw that the Semona family threw a grand, lavish party for her.
He saw her being treated like a queen.
In just a few weeks, while he was going through hell, she was living happily.
Philip smirked.
He couldn't lie to himself anymore.
From the shock of finding out about her and Douglas's relationship to the desperate attempts to win her back, to realizing nothing he did would change things, and finally accepting it.
In the end, as long as she was happy, that was enough.
Philip gripped his phone tightly.
The pain in his heart was way worse than the knife wound.
As he closed his eyes, a terrifying thought hit him.
Maybe if he had died from Edward's stab, it would've been better.
If living felt like being a zombie, what was the point?
It took him a while to shake off that thought.
Philip's fingers stiffly gripped the phone, turning off the screen.
He looked up at Mars, who was still standing there, and frowned, "You got something else?"
Mars thought for a moment and said, "Yeah, there's one more thing."
