"This... It's hard to say. The probability of having a deformed child in marriage is higher than normal, but that doesn't mean that they will definitely have a deformed child."
William Walton's eyes congealed.
This was his last wish, at least his child should not be harmed.
"She is pregnant, is there any way to confirm that?"
"We still have to do the inspection."
William Walton nodded, "After a child is born, what do we have to do?"
"We need to intensify our follow—up and regular inspections."
Actually, to William Walton, the doctor's answer was not a comfort, but William Walton was still unsure.
He didn't want his child to have any problems.
However, he was worried that his child's entire life would be ruined because of the gene problem…
When she walked out of the room, William Walton was smoking on the balcony.
She said unhappily, "Why are you smoking?"
William Walton immediately put out the smoke.
He entered the room and closed the balcony door.
"Sorry, but I was addicted for the moment."
"William Walton, I can understand how you feel about this problem, but smoke is not something that can solve your problem. It will only harm your body."
He walked up and tapped the center of her brows.
"I understand. I'll change it in the future."
"Don't talk to me. The smoke is so strong. I don't want to smoke secondhand cigarettes. Go take a bath."
"OK I will listen to my wife."
When he said the word wife, William Walton's heart felt sour.
After a moment's hesitation, he turned around and went to the bathroom.
When she saw the evasive look in his eyes just now, her heart did not feel good.
When William Walton came out, the two of them were lying on the bed.
Laura took the initiative to go over and hug him.
William Walton lifted his hands and hugged her into his arms as well.
The two of them embraced face to face.
She frowned, wasn't this …
This was not a normal routine.
She had taken the initiative to throw herself into his arms, but he was actually so obedient …
She was really worried now, did William Walton really do something to let her down?
She bit the corner of her lips and sighed.
William Walton muttered: "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, go to sleep. Good night."
William Walton patted her head. "We'll go back tomorrow morning."
She looked up at him.
The light from the headlight reflected off his face.
It was very gentle.
"Are you in a better mood?"
William Walton looked at her, his expression solemn: "Let's not talk about this, go to sleep."
