Remarriage Failed Again Today-Chapter 55: If All Else Fails, Isn’t There In Vitro Fertilization?

Seeing him arrive, the Old Master called out, "Leona, you’re here! Come, sit next to Annabelle. Look at this feast! Annabelle made it all by herself. See? Isn’t she wonderful?"

Annabelle Linton smiled and said warmly, "I didn’t do it all by myself. If Madam Chase and the others hadn’t helped, I never would have been able to finish so quickly."

"We only lent a hand. The real credit goes to the Young Madam’s skill," Madam Chase said in praise.

The Old Master roared with laughter. He hadn’t stopped smiling all day, ever since Annabelle Linton had arrived.

He declared proudly, "Our Annabelle, graceful in the hall and a master in the kitchen. She’s the pride of the Grant Family!"

Annabelle Linton just smiled without saying a word.

Sometimes, no response is needed. A smile can say it all.

Watching Annabelle Linton’s graceful smile, Mr. and Mrs. Grant found their impression of her had completely changed in just a single day.

She was genuine, not pretentious; simple and real. Her poise alone made her worthy of the title of Young Madam of the Grant Family.

Leona Grant sat beside Annabelle Linton, eating in silence.

As everyone began to eat, the atmosphere was filled with a joyous warmth. It had been years since the Grant Family had experienced such a cozy and lively meal.

And it was all because of Annabelle Linton.

The seafood Annabelle Linton had made was delicious, showing none of the clumsiness of a beginner. The lobster was fried to perfection—rich but not greasy, perfectly crisp and crunchy. Both the flavor and execution were flawless.

’In the past, did she often cook a feast like this, waiting for me with hope in her heart?’

’And yet, I rarely came home.’

’Now, I suppose I’ll never get to eat her cooking again, even if I want to.’

At this thought, a faint sadness welled up in Leona Grant’s heart.

"Roxanne, why aren’t you eating?" Mr. Grant asked, noticing his wife was lost in thought.

Roxanne Jennings was Mrs. Grant’s name.

Roxanne Jennings glanced at the safe distance between Annabelle Linton’s and Leona Grant’s seats and sighed. ’Some things can’t be hidden, no matter how well you act.’

"I was just thinking about when Annabelle and Leona might give us a grandchild. We’re both retired now, so we’ll have nothing but time on our hands."

The Old Master heard this and quickly agreed. He had brought up the very same topic just yesterday morning, though at that time, he’d been speaking to Vivian Yates.

But now, it was an official family discussion.

"I agree with Roxanne. Now is the perfect time for a baby. Leona and Annabelle, you’ve been married for over two years; it’s time you had a child. And don’t worry about the baby being a burden. Just bring the little one here. Roxanne and I will help take care of everything. Your only job is to have one."

The two family elders were bringing up the topic of children, but the couple in question showed no reaction.

The Old Master frowned. "Leona, is it because you think your career is more important? You don’t want a child yet?"

Leona pursed his lips. "No."

"Then why? Is it a health problem?" The Old Master SLAMMED his chopsticks on the table, his expression stern. "If there’s something wrong physically, it’s best to get it treated early. We’re all family here, and you two are a married couple. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, so don’t hide it. And if all else fails, there’s always IVF, isn’t there? Technology is so advanced these days! If you want a child, there’s no reason you can’t have one!"

Annabelle Linton kept her head down and continued to eat, appearing calm on the surface, but inside, a storm was raging.

’IVF...’

’The Grant Family is one of the most prominent families in the country; their expectations for an heir are incredibly high.’

’I had planned on faking infertility to get the Old Master to agree to the divorce, but clearly, that excuse was no longer an option.’