My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 303

In the backseat of the car, Charlene stared at the passing city lights before breaking the silence.

"Eleanor, now that Seraphina has given birth to a son, do you think Lucian will host Hudson's Welcome Gala?"

After all, they hadn't even bothered to throw a proper wedding.

"Of course he will!" Eleanor answered without a moment's hesitation. "He is the great-grandson of the Langford family. The Welcome Gala must be spectacular! We'll invite everyone who's anyone and make it an unforgettable celebration!"

The corners of Charlene's lips curled up in a faint, hollow smile.

"You're absolutely right. It definitely needs to be handled with care."

As she spoke, she turned her gaze back to the window, a flash of icy resentment darting through her eyes.

The great-grandson of the Langford family.

Those words felt like a dagger twisting in Charlene's heart. Her son was merely from the secondary branch, not the eldest grandson.

In Eleanor's eyes, the eldest grandson carried more weight than anything else in the world.

And naturally, the child he produced was irreplaceable.

Lawrence remained silent. He simply patted Charlene's hand in a gesture that felt part comforting, part warning.

Charlene met his gaze, burying her turbulent emotions and slipping perfectly back into her refined, gentle persona.

The car navigated through the historic district, smoothly approaching the hospital.

...

Meanwhile, in the hospital room, Seraphina was propped up against her pillows, taking small sips of warm chicken soup. Susan had personally prepared and delivered it, ensuring it was the perfect temperature.

Lucian sat quietly beside her. His gaze drifted from her to the sleeping infant in the bassinet, a bright, uncontrollable smile anchored to his face.

If anyone from the corporate world saw him now, their jaws would have hit the floor. This was the man known as the ruthless corporate shark. Yet here he was, looking exactly like a completely utterly smitten father.

Who would have ever believed it?

"Stop staring at me," Seraphina murmured, feeling a flush creep up her neck. "Look at the baby."

"He's asleep. He isn't going anywhere," Lucian replied smoothly. He reached out, gently wiping a drop of broth from the corner of her mouth. "You need to focus on recovering."

Seraphina's cheeks warmed, and she fell silent.

Seraphina let out a small laugh, feeling her anxiety melt away.

Moments later, the frantic click of footsteps approached the door. Eleanor's voice preceded her arrival.

"Where is my great-grandson? Let me see him!"

The door swung open, and Eleanor marched in, radiating boundless energy.

She was followed closely by Lawrence, Charlene, and Gretchen, who carried the gifts.

Lucian stepped forward, offering his arm to support the older woman.

"Take it easy, Grandma Eleanor. Don't trip."

"My bones are perfectly fine!" she brushed him off, her eyes bypassing Lucian entirely and locking onto the bassinet.

She hurried over, gazing down at the tiny, wrinkled newborn. Instantly, her eyes welled with tears.

"Oh, my precious boy," Eleanor's voice trembled with sheer emotion. "He is so incredibly handsome. He looks exactly like Lucian did as a baby. Exactly the same."

Watching Eleanor's tearful joy, a soft warmth bloomed in Seraphina's chest.