Samuel’s voice was gentle, almost coaxing. "Lydia, have you treated your wounds? Don’t worry—I made sure the medicine Xandra used won’t affect her breastfeeding. I’m sorry for what I said earlier."
"But the doctor confirmed that the medication you took wasn’t suitable for breastfeeding. Xandra has plenty of milk, and formula isn’t as nutritious. Apollo still needs her. I’m just taking care of her to show my gratitude—don’t overthink it, okay?"
I replied indifferently. "I’m fine. Take good care of her. Make sure the child doesn’t go hungry."
"I knew my wife was the most understanding." Samuel chuckled. "I already spoke to my mom—she won’t pick on you anymore."
"You gave birth to a son for our family—that’s a huge merit. The day after tomorrow, I’m throwing you a celebration banquet. Consider it my way of making it up to you. Be good and wait for me."
That night, the local news ran an entire segment about him.
"In a furious display of devotion to his beloved, the President of Lopez Corporation urgently dispatched a helicopter to summon the nation's top medical experts—all for the sake of treating a mere minor wound."