Chapter 108: Chapter 108

Viona came back from seeing Sophie off, obviously crying and her eyes were swollen.

She washed her face and accompanied Mrs. Evert to breakfast.

Mrs. Evert couldn’t eat anything too salty, so Viona gave up all the ham she liked and accompanied Mrs. Evert to eat bland cereal.

Mrs. Evert said, “You eat yours, don’t accommodate me.”

“Actually, eating these is also very good, healthy.” Vional spoke softly.

Mrs. Evert stopped the spoon and looked up at her, and after staring at her for a while, Viona was a little uneasy. Mrs. Evert suddenly said, “Have a child, don’t worry about whether you can tie a man’s heart, at least you are the mother of the children of the Evert Family.”

Viona’s eyes lit up, then quickly dimmed.

She said nothing, but Mrs. Evert understood everything.

Mrs. Evert smiled faintly: “Two people live under the same roof, what kind of opportunity can’t be found?”

Viona lowered her head and pursed her lips.

Mrs. Evert is going on dialysis today, twice a week.

After finishing this time, the doctor said that it may be changed to three times a week in the future.

1 Mrs. Evert’s body was not optimistic, just like an old machine. Even if it was polished every day, all the parts of the machine were aging, and it was useless to look new.

Bowen was born on the way home to pick up Mrs. Evert.

Viona was there at the time.

Mrs. Evert was tired and looked very pale.

She patted the back of Bowen’s hand: “Give birth to a grandson for mom, I hope I can still hold my grandson in my lifetime.”

Mrs. Evert’s words carry a lot of weight.

Everyone knows her body well, and they don’t know how long she can last.

Bowen didn’t speak, and Viona took Mrs. Evert’s hand, her voice choked.

“Mom, what are you talking about? You will definitely live a long life.”

This kind of words, Viona said as well as singing.

Mrs. Evert looked up at Bowen, her own son she knew best.

She added weakly: “Women who want to give birth to our Evert Family use nets all over the city, not every woman can give birth to our children, Bowen, I want the children you and Viona have.”

Viona blushed slightly and lowered her head in silence.

11 “You don’t have to socialize tonight, stay at home and make a baby.” Mrs. Evert said bluntly: “Viona getting pregnant early is equivalent to prolonging my life, if you want me to live longer.”

Mrs. Evert’s words were simple and clear, and Viona bowed her head, tears fluttering like pearls.

Bowen’s eyes flicked coldly from Viona.

Whether Mrs. Evert’s words were reasonable or not, he would not refute them.

But exactly how to do it is not up to anyone.

Bowen didn’t go out at night, and Viona perked up her ears to listen to the movement in the next room.

She guessed that Bowen should be in the shower by this time, and slipped over.

When Bowen came out of the shower casually wrapped in a towel, Viona’s little wife usually waited at the bathroom door with her pajamas in her arms.

“Bowen, clothes.” She didn’t dare to look at Bowen’s strong chest, and turned her face shyly.

“Put it there, thank you Miss Gellar.” Bowen’s tone was still polite and indifferent.

Viona chose to ignore it. She took a deep breath and put the clothes on the shelf by the door: “Your hair is still wet, I’ll help you get the hair dryer.” As soon as she stepped forward, Bowen stopped her: “No, Miss Gellar, go out!”

Viona bit her lower lip, her eyes flashing: “You heard what Mom said just now, as a son, you really don’t even have any ideas?”

“Don’t be morally kidnapped, I know how to be my mother’s son better than you.” Bowen picked up his clothes and walked into the bathroom. When the door closed, his voice squeezed through the crack of the door: “Miss Gellar won’t have to work on giving birth.”