Hearing her wails, the nanny couldn't take it anymore and cautiously suggested, "Should we take her to the hospital? After all, she is a high-risk pregnant woman..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Wade slapped her to the ground.
"You outsider, why are you meddling in our family's affairs? Are you trying to harm my son?" he said fiercely.
I walked over to help the nanny up and gently said, "Yes, after all, Tracy is carrying a dragon prince. He doesn't like an ordinary child. Heaven is watching over her, so we shouldn't worry."
Wade nodded in satisfaction and then asked me, "Aren't you also about to give birth? Is there any sign?"
I immediately frowned and pretended to be worried, saying, "Not yet. Sigh, the way ordinary people carry their pregnancies is just different from how Tracy is carrying hers. Look how energetic she is!"
Wade then dismissed his doubts, telling me to take care of myself and also to help Tracy during her postpartum recovery.
By now, Tracy could hardly eat because of the pain, and seeing her lose weight day by day, Wade decided something had to be done.
So he brought in some equipment previously used for feeding livestock and had it attached to Tracy.