The Return Of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife (Joanna)

Chapter 1248

Joanna was in the garden.

Miranda supported Joanna and walked on the lawn. "It's almost seven months now. And in two more

months, you'll be giving birth. Joann, considering your current condition, having a vaginal delivery

would be the best option.

"Nowadays, with epidural anesthesia, the pain for mothers during childbirth is greatly reduced. It's

much better than our generation, where giving birth felt like enduring half a lifetime of suffering."

Joanna smiled slightly. "I think so too. I want to do more exercise recently to help with childbirth."

She had already done two C-sections.

Moreover, it had only been less than three years since she gave birth to Devin. C-section was too

harmful to the body.

Miranda looked kindly at Joanna's belly again. "It's only been seven months, but your belly is already

so big. It looks like twins. Could it be twins?"

"Haha. No. It's a single child this time. It's not that easy to get pregnant with twins."

They continued talking.

The sound of a car came from the direction of the garage.

"I think Mr. Everett is back."

"Let's go."

Joanna and Miranda walked toward the house. Bruce had already finished work.

"You're back. You got off work so early today?"

"Well. I came back earlier to accompany you." Bruce was already semi-retired now.

The company's work was basically handed over to a professional management team. Sometimes, he

would come back at four or five in the afternoon.

"How are you feeling today?"

"Pretty good."

"Let's go. Back to the house."

Joanna smiled gently. "I made dumplings today. I also made spaghetti for you. You can eat when the

children come home."

When Bruce heard this, he looked nervous. "Well. With your belly this big now, you shouldn't be doing

these things anymore. You need to rest more. What if something happens to the baby?"

"It's fine. It's not tiring to do this. It's always good to move more.

"Are you hungry now? If you are, I can go prepare some small dishes for you."

"Thank you, honey."

"Then wait for me. I'll go now." Joanna prepared to make the dishes.

"Ouch." The nerves in Bruce's brain suddenly pricked, and his head began to hurt again.

Over the past few days, his headache had been acting up more and more frequently. Previously, it only

acted up once every five to six days. Now, it would act up every two to three days.

After Joanna saw this, her heart tightened. "Is your head hurting again?"

"It's okay. I'm used to it."

"If it hurt, let's perform a craniotomy and take out microchips," Miranda interjected.

Miranda and Joanna were as close as mother and daughter, so she knew about Bruce's situation.

Joanna's expression froze. She was extremely nervous.

Bruce had already undergone two craniotomies.

This was not like cutting a watermelon. Bruce couldn't undergo the procedure again and again.

Moreover, the craniotomy was very dangerous and the aftereffects were very serious. The recovery

period was also very long.

Unless it was absolutely necessary, Joanna definitely did not want Bruce to undergo another

craniotomy.

"You make it sound so easy. This is a craniotomy, not a melon-cutting operation." Joanna looked at

Bruce with heartache and worry.

Furthermore, craniotomies could easily lead to memory loss. Accidentally touching a certain nerve

during the procedure could result in cognitive impairment or worse.

Bruce had experienced cognitive issues after his previous craniotomy. Considering another one was

also risky for potential effects on the brain.

"It's fine. Let's wait until it's absolutely necessary and assess the situation to make the decision," Bruce

responded.

"Miranda, go call Miya over to give Bruce a massage."

"Alright."

Miya had been working in the Everett mansion for more than a month. Bruce and Joanna were very

satisfied with her.

Miya was meticulous, focused, and professional. She was more outstanding than all the other nurses.

After a while, Miya came over.

She greeted Bruce and asked, "Mr. Everett, is there anything you need?"

"I have a headache. Give me a head massage."

"Alright."

Just as Miya was about to massage Bruce's head, Darcy walked in.

"Mr. Everett, I need to talk to you about something."

Bruce turned to look at Darcy. "What's wrong, Darcy?"

"Mr. Everett, I want to apply for leave." Darcy's personality was too wooden and taciturn. Even normal

communication was sometimes a little difficult.

"Take leave? For how many days?"

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When Bruce heard this, he looked at Darcy in disbelief. "Why did you take so long?"

Darcy blushed and stammered, "I... plan to marry Grace."

"Oh, that's a good thing. When do you plan to get married?"

"On the ninth of next month."

When Bruce heard this, he chuckled. He seemed to have forgotten about his headache. "Well.

Congratulations! Whenever you want to take the time off, just plan ahead."

"Thank you, Mr. Everett."

Joanna was also very happy to hear that. "What wonderful news! After you get married, make sure to

treat Grace well. Don't ever mistreat her."

"Haha." Darcy smiled innocently and looked embarrassed.

"Don't worry. It's a good thing if that stubborn girl doesn't give him a hard time," Bruce quipped with a

playful tone.

"How about this? I'll give you a two-month long vacation and pay you accordingly. I'll also prepare a

wedding gift for you. You can go on a good honeymoon."

"Thank you, Mr. Everett."

Bruce had always been forthright and generous.

Although Darcy was a bodyguard, he was already worth over 20 million dollars. Moreover, Bruce had

given him two mansions previously.

Joanna couldn't stop smiling with joy. "I'll call Grace now."

At that moment, a notification sound could be heard.

Before Joanna could make the call, her phone rang first.

It was Jaydon who called her.

"Hey, Jay."

Jaydon's gloomy and melancholic voice came from the other end of the phone. "Joann, are you busy?"

Aria left, taking Jaydon's heart with her.

During this period of time, Jaydon had been trying to contact Aria but to no avail.

"I was just about to call Grace."