Chapter 967: It Won't Hurt Anymore If I Blow on It

The operation lasted until late at night.

It was only at one in the morning that Archer came out, exhausted and weak, "The operation was
successful, but the specifics depend on the subsequent recovery."

Clarence nodded and was silent for two seconds before saying, "Stella had twins."

Archer was puzzled, "Hasn't she told you yet?"

"No."

Ever since she knew that Noah was seriously ill, she had increased her food intake, resulting in her
weight-gaining and a much rounder belly.

She had been in poor health when she was pregnant with her first child, and by the time the baby was
born, she was even thinner.

Utterly different from now.

Therefore, it was unexpected to Clarence.

Archer smiled and left as fast as he could.

Clarence stood still for a while before going to Noah's ward.

He had just been pushed back in, still not awake from the anesthetic, lying quietly with his breathing
almost inaudible.

The doctor who had operated on Noah walked in with Archer, "Excuse me."

Clarence retrieved his thoughts and said indifferently, "When will he wake up?"



"Tomorrow morning at the latest."

Clarence was silent and gently placed his hand over his head.

After spending half an hour in Noah's ward, Clarence went to Stella.

It was quiet since Sherry and Daniel had already left.

Stella had just finished feeding the two children, and Dolores was carrying them back into their cots.

Seeing him enter, Dolores whispered, "How's it going?"

Clarence closed the door. "It was a success."

"Then I'll go and take a look. You stay here. The twins are asleep after eating."

Clarence nodded, sat next to Stella and held her hand, saying in a low voice, "Still hurt?"

Stella sounded hoarse. "A little."

The painkiller had been ceased to practical, and the pain from the incision was getting more hurt.

Clarence leaned down and kissed the corner of her lips, "I will always be with you."

Stella looked at him, "Noah..."

"Don't worry. The operation was successful. He was sleeping sound."

Stella held his hand back with her tears welled up.

Finally, the day had come.

"Can I go to see him?"



"The doctor said you can't get out of bed yet, so I'll bring you over when the wounds have recovered."

Stella could only nod.

The twins would cry in the middle of the night, efficiently disturbing Noah, so they could only stay
separately.

She glanced over towards the cot. "Did you see them? It's two girls."

Clarence softly answered, "When did you know that?"

Speaking of this, Stella was silent for a while.

He had just returned to Conrad Group, busy every day, so Dolores accompanied her to have two
maternity check-ups.

The doctor told her that she was carrying twins back then.

Therefore, the risks were much higher.

She later talked about it with Archer, who said it was no big deal as long as nothing wrong happened
before the delivery. The operation would take place on time after seven months.

Stella didn't tell Clarence and told Archer to keep the secret.

Otherwise, Clarence would be concerned. He already had been exhausted at work.

The number of children didn't matter after all.

Especially she found Clarence being nervous before she went into the operating room, so she didn't tell
him the truth even then.



Now it was all over.

All three children were healthy.

Stella whispered, "You're going to have a fight with me now?"

Clarence was silent for seconds.

He slowed down his tone, "I didn't mean that. I just…"

Stella smiled, "I know. The child has been born. All that doesn't matter anymore."

Clarence compressed his lips together as he tightened his grip on her hand.

The pain and pressure she had endured were more than he had imagined.

Clarence pulled the quilt for her, "Just sleep."

Stella was too sleepy to respond clearly, "Good night."

...

A few days later, Stella could get out of bed and walk normally. There was nothing abnormal except for
a slight pain in the wound, which was within tolerable limits.

She went next door to see Noah, who was awake and cooperative with the examination and
medication.

He behaved well.

However, he was haggard because of the surgery.



Stella felt pitiful as she watched, and after he finished his check-ups, she gently held him in her arms,
"Baby, does it hurt a lot?"

Noah opened his big eyes to look at her and pointed to his wound, "It won't hurt anymore if I blow wind
on it."

Stella smiled with her eyes tearful. She leaned down slightly and exhaled at his wound.

Seeing that she was crying, Noah stretched out his little hand to hug her neck, "Mommy, don't cry."

Stella wiped her tears, "Okay, baby, tell mommy when you are uncomfortable, okay?"

Noah let go of her and said cutely, "Sister."

"Sister is sleeping. You eat. Mommy will bring them over later."

Stella said, turning around to get the chicken soup next to her.

Clarence took the bowl from her hand as she was about to feed Noah, "I'll do it. Have a rest."

Seeing him holding the spoon, Stella was worried, "Feed him in sips. He needs to eat slowly."

Clarence nodded and scooped up a spoonful into Noah's mouth.

Noah didn't get angry with him like he used to. Instead, he was obedient, eating one bite at a time.

It was rare and harmonious.

Seeing this, the corners of Stella's lips lifted into a smile.

When Clarence finished feeding, he put away the bowl and said to Stella, "You sit still. I'll go and bring
them over."



"Okay."

After he left, Stella scratched Noah's chin, "Do you like daddy?"

Noah leaned into her arms, "I like mommy."

His tone was exactly the same as Clarence's.

Stella's smile was brighter as she rubbed his little head.

Soon, Clarence came over with the cot.

The two little girls were awake with their big eyes opened, looking curiously at their surroundings.

Clarence put them on the bed so that Noah could see them more clearly.

Seeing them, Noah stretched out his little hand. He tentatively poked them one by one on the face, and
only after the smiles rose on their faces did he laugh, turning his head to look at Stella, joyful, "Sister!"


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