MainNovelChapter 975: Jennie was taken aback by Daxton's request but nodded quickly. “I understand, Mr. Garcia.” Regardless of whom she worked for, Daxton was the one signing her paychecks, and she understood clearly whose authority mattered most. Daxton's voice softened, though the authority in it remained. "Also, please remember-anything that happens here stays here. When I'm not around, I need you to stay by Carrie's side. If you find the chores too overwhelming, letknow, and I'll bring in additional help." Jennie nodded earnestly. "Don't worry, Mr. Garcia. I've been with the Garcia family for many years. I know when to keep things to myself." Daxton's expression softened further, a small smile breaking through. "I know, Jennie. That's why I trust you to take care of the most important person in my life." Daxton's words were a calculated blend of warning and flattery.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHearing him say those words, Carrie felt a gentle warmth bloom in her chest. It dawned on her that, for the first time, she was no longer someone's second choice or backup plan. To Daxton, she wasn't an afterthought; she was the priority, the person who mattered most.
As it turned out, Carrie's pregnancy was marked by complications. The next morning, she woke up to find light bleeding a sight that made her heart sink.
Carrie initially wanted to wait and observe, since the bleeding seemed minor.
However, Daxton wouldn't take any chances. Without hesitation, he instructed Jennie to call an ambulance, and they rushed to the hospital.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter a tense wait and considerable effort from the medical team, the bleeding finally stopped. The doctor administered an injection to help stabilize the pregnancy, but the shot was especially painful.
Although Carrie wasn't usually one to complain, the pain brought tears to her eyes. Yet, thinking of the fragile life growing inside her, she gritted her teeth and endured.
As the sting of the injection slowly subsided, Carrie looked up and met Daxton's gaze. His eyes were filled with such deep concern that her heart ached for him. Reaching out, she lightly touched his face. "Don't look so worried," she whispered with a gentle smile. "It's like you're the one getting the shot." Daxton's voice was soft but resolute. "If I could take your pain—even a hundred times over-I would do it gladly." Start reading more at gvlnov☐☐☐co "It's really not that bad. I'm just being a bit tic." She attempted a lighthearted laugh to ease his worry. Daxton gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. "You're not one to exaggerate, Carrie. You're the strongest person I know, always putting on a brave face and carrying burdens alone. But you don't have to do that anymore. I'm here now. You don't have to hold it all in. If it hurts, you can vent. If it's too much, you can lean on me. If you need to, you can even bite me—I'll bear the pain with you."
Carrie hadn't thought much of it before, but Daxton's words struck a chord. Her eyes glistened, a hint of vulnerability breaking through. She pouted slightly and muttered, "I want an orange fruit tea from that shop near the intersection.”
The shop Carrie mentioned was a popular store that didn't offer M delivery.
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