After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic-Chapter 911: If I Say How Many Kids to Have, That’s How Many We’ll Have

Isabella Weaver felt particularly comforted inside.

Of course, she wouldn’t think her daughter was bad. Deep down, she actually preferred having a daughter. She hoped to give her daughter the love she never received as a child, so she could grow up happy and fulfilled.

But in a prestigious family like the Hunter Family, with a legacy of over a hundred years, the heir to the family must inherit all the resources, assets, and power. Just managing the Star Region Group alone is a huge pressure.

In such circumstances, having a son inherit is much better than a daughter.

In this world, men experience much less resistance inheriting the family business than women. Otherwise, Cherry Lewis wouldn’t have been left isolated after Ryder Lewis passed away, with the Lewis Clan Group opting for the weak Evan Lewis over Cherry.

"Are you tired from walking? I’ll carry you."

Harry Hunter spoke, giving her no chance to refuse, squatting down in front of her: "Get on."

Isabella Weaver looked around and softly said: "There are people nearby; it wouldn’t look good if someone recognized you and it affected your image."

"Come on, get on."

Harry Hunter’s tone was indifferent and left no room for refusal.

He didn’t care about people watching or his image. Moreover, he believed spoiling his wife positively impacted his image.

Isabella Weaver had no choice but to lean forward and let him carry her.

She wasn’t actually tired—perhaps because she was young, even though she was pregnant, she was full of energy.

But having someone care for her so tenderly and attentively filled her heart with sweetness, making her feel bold and wanting to give him ten or eight children.

Except that he probably wouldn’t agree.

He disliked noise the most, with ten kids running around the house, screaming and playing; he would go crazy.

Thinking about the scene, Isabella burst out laughing on his back.

Harry Hunter carried her steadily, his voice deep and gentle: "What’s so funny? You’re so happy."

"Harry Hunter, let’s have a few more kids!"

"No way!"

He knew it—whenever she called him by his full name, it was never good!

"Weren’t you just regretting being pregnant a while ago? Now you want more kids all of a sudden? I said it doesn’t matter if it’s a boy or girl. Throw them to the old man; even if you have a daughter, he can make her a top leader. No more kids, don’t even think about it."

Her pregnancy made Harry Hunter spend even more energy than before!

Constantly on edge, afraid she’d bump into something, fall, or get hurt, worried she’d be upset by someone, concerned about problems with food or drinking water, it was like having paranoia, thinking everyone was out to harm Isabella. He wished he could watch her 24/7.

Today’s outing happened only because everyone was trustworthy; otherwise, he wouldn’t dare bring her out, yet he was still incredibly nervous.

If she had a few more kids, he’d be overwhelmed.

"Women are fickle. One moment they want kids, the next they don’t, but then they might think having lots of kids is fun and decide they want more!"

Isabella Weaver tugged at his ear as she spoke: "You should listen to me. When it comes to having kids, I call the shots. If I say one, it’s one; if I say ten, it’s ten."

She actually wants ten?!

Harry Hunter nearly stumbled!

He couldn’t imagine his home with ten kids running amok!

During meals, would more than a dozen people sit at the table? A house full of children’s clothes, toys, bottles, diapers? If they all cried and fussed at once, which one would he go deal with first?

This would be a huge disaster in his life!