Following that, Gem Atkinson said, "Fred Andrews, go make arrangements. Tonight's banquet is to welcome an honored guest."
"All right, Chairman. Miss, I'll head down first."
"Mm."
Watching Fred Andrews walk away, Forsythia Brown felt a bit abashed; she had thought that Gem Atkinson had gone back to River State this past week to spend time with Tiffany Mamet and the test-tube baby.
But it turned out he was here all along for Beas.
Her imagination really was...
After all this, could she ask about Beas?
"Mr. Atkinson, judging by Beas's size, he should be around seven or eight months old?"
Gem Atkinson's lips curved into a smile, "Yes, he was born on October 10th last year."
October 10th?
Beas's due date?
That day, she had passed out from pain and dreamed about Beas!
