When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 6: Predestined Fate

Jenna Axton’s eyes widened, her disbelieving gaze falling on Luna Axton’s stomach. She shook her head. "How could this be? Sweetheart?"

Luna covered the bridge of her nose, which stung with unshed tears, and nodded firmly. "I’m already two months along."

Jenna opened her arms. "Come here, let Mom give you a hug."

"Mom," Luna cried out, tears streaming down her face as she fell onto her mother’s shoulder and sobbed.

Jenna didn’t speak, gently patting her daughter’s back. Only now did she realize that the girl she had raised to be so slender and graceful was now so thin that her shoulder blades felt sharp and bony to the touch.

A pang of heartache shot through Jenna.

In her mother’s warm embrace, surrounded by the comforting scent that always put her at ease, Luna finally let it all out—the bitterness of being fired from her part-time job, the confusion of her pregnancy, and the frustration of not even having control over her own meals.

Luna sat up, her voice thick with tears. "Mom, aren’t you angry?"

Jenna smiled, a look of pure happiness on her face. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"The day I found out I was going to have you, I was overjoyed. I was carrying the most precious treasure in the world. I went straight to Kensing and gave birth to you. With you in my life, every day has been as sweet as honey."

"Mom..." Luna’s voice was soft, whining playfully in a way she hadn’t for a long time.

"Sweetheart, tell me, how did the baby happen? And this room... why did the hospital move me to a private VIP ward?"

Luna knew this was the hard part. An explanation was required, something she couldn’t just charm her way out of. She had already deceived her mother about the one million dollars back then.

She had claimed it was from selling the apartment assigned to them by Kensing University, saying the buyer hadn’t lowballed the price because they knew about her mother’s situation.

Luna bit her lip and began cautiously, "A little over two months ago, I slept with someone."

"Did someone hurt you?" Jenna asked, anxious and pained, inspecting her daughter’s face and neck.

"No, it was consensual." Seeing her mother’s worry, Luna explained in a rush. "I just registered our marriage with him this morning. He also arranged this room. I know what I did was wrong. I had decided to terminate the pregnancy, but then he suddenly sent someone to have me register the marriage today... and I couldn’t bear to lose the baby."

Luna didn’t mention a word about the medical fees, afraid her mother would overthink it or refuse treatment.

"Sweetheart, you handled this well. I’m not angry," Jenna soothed her. "I know you must have been holding this in for a long time before deciding to tell me. The fact that you were willing to tell me yourself makes me very happy."

Jenna knew her daughter was being vague mostly for her sake.

Lies are told because you love and care for someone too much. Her baby was the top scorer on the college entrance exams, just eight points shy of a perfect score. She had such a bright future ahead of her.

If she hadn’t suddenly fallen ill, her daughter’s university years should have been wonderful, free, and joyful.

The faculty housing would sell for 600,000 dollars at most, and the title is in both of their names. How could she have sold it without her signature?

Her daughter is so naive, thinking her own mother wouldn’t see through it. What kind of college student is so exhausted that they fall asleep just sitting on a stool?

She must have been working part-time jobs. Her daughter never had to endure any hardship growing up. She barely ever touched the kitchen faucet, and now, because of her, she’s forced to act like an adult and earn money.

So how could she bear to blame her? What has she done wrong? The only thing at fault is her illness, which came at the worst possible time. She greedily wants to live one more day, to spend one more day with her daughter.

But every extra day she lives is another day of exhaustion for her. She was just draining the life out of her own daughter. But the person who stepped in and moved her to a private ward... She wonders which family they’re from?

Jenna had changed her name, and 23 years have passed. Her appearance has changed, too. No one should remember her.

"Mom," Luna said after hearing her mother’s words, her lips pressed tight as her tears threatened to spill over again. "I was so worried for so long. I was afraid you’d be angry, afraid you’d leave me all alone."

"I understand, sweetheart. It’s okay. We have to look forward," Jenna said, not pressing for details as she wiped the tears from her daughter’s face. "The man you married... what’s his name? Let me see what he looks like."

What’s his name? Luna couldn’t remember. When they were getting the license, the director had called him Mr. Fairchild, and she had called him Mr. Fairchild, too. She still didn’t actually know his name.

To be married and not even know your husband’s name... It was utterly absurd.

Luna pulled the marriage certificate from her canvas bag, opened it, and handed it to Jenna.

Husband: Blaze Fairchild.

Twenty-eight years old. The age matches, too.

It’s him. Jenna recognized him.

Jenna calmly looked at the marriage certificate photo. In the photo, neither of them was smiling. Her daughter had short hair, and her bright, watery eyes were filled with confusion, as if someone had just said something to her.

Blaze Fairchild, on the other hand, was dead serious, his handsome and noble face devoid of any emotion.

Looking at Blaze Fairchild’s face, Jenna was reminded of her friend Susie’s voice and smile.

That poor child hasn’t had it easy, either. He was just at an age where he was starting to understand the world, but his first memories were of his mother’s hysterical, out-of-control outbursts.

Susie, our connection continues. Our two children... they actually got married. What was once just a joke between us has now come true. Sometimes fate is just that mysterious, as if it were all predestined.

Thinking of her friend, Jenna’s eyes reddened.

Seeing her mother’s lack of response, Luna asked, "Mom?"

"It’s nothing. I’m just happy," Jenna said with a relieved smile. "He seems like a decent young man."

"He’s great," Luna praised, though she didn’t mean it. "Meticulous. He arranges everything down to the last detail."

Jenna handed the marriage certificate back to her daughter. "What’s done is done. Sweetheart, look forward. Don’t waste too much energy on what’s already happened."

"Okay."

Jenna’s hand started to move toward her daughter’s stomach, but then she remembered her illness and took her daughter’s hand instead. "Two months along... are you feeling any discomfort?"

"Not yet."

"Now that you’re pregnant, you need to buy stretch mark oil. Start applying it now, don’t wait until your belly gets big. Also..."

Jenna had more energy today than yesterday, and she was much more talkative. She went over everything with Luna, from precautions during pregnancy to how to handle the postpartum confinement period and self-care.

Even though Blaze Fairchild had arranged for professionals, Luna still sat by the bed with a smile, diligently writing down her mother’s words in a notebook.

As Luna was about to leave, Jenna gave her the jade bracelet and jade pendant she had taken off earlier. She instructed her, "These were from your grandmother to me. Now, I’m giving them to you. No matter what happens, you must never sell these two items, do you understand?"

Luna felt the icy chill of the jade in her hand, a cold that seemed to seep into her bones.

Walking out of the hospital room, having confessed everything to her mother, Luna felt a great weight lift from her shoulders. She made a mental note to call Joy after she got off work and tell her everything that had happened.

Luna arrived back at the Fairchild Estate just in time for dinner. Mrs. Creed was already waiting for her at the door. "Young Madam, the old master said that since today is your first day as part of the family, you must all have dinner together."

"The family? Who will be there?"

"Just the old master, the young master, and you."

Following the path from memory, Luna found her way to Pinehurst Estate.

Blaze Fairchild and Grandpa Fairchild were already in the living room, talking.

Grandpa Fairchild seemed very angry, his cheeks slightly flushed and his hands gesturing wildly in the air.

Luna stopped in her tracks, not daring to go any further.