The older generation had a more traditional view of marriage, believing that even if there were arguments and quarrels, the marriage should be maintained.

"Let it be." I swallowed the words that were about to come out of my mouth and replied nonchalantly.

"Your in-laws definitely also hope that you two have a child soon," my mom continued nagging, "Both you and Frederic are only children, a bit lonely. If you have two children, it would be great. That way, if your mother-in-law and I get bored, we can each take care of one child."

"Mom, do you treat your grandson as a tool to pass the time?" I couldn't help but laugh and cry. She had even thought about Evie's needs.

My mother smiled and said, "Isn't that right? At that time, your grandmother was bored at home, so I sent you over to bother her, and she was very happy!"

My mom and I were chatting about trivial matters in the hospital ward, and as we continued talking, we ended up discussing Ashlee. My mom found out that I had already hired a private detective to investigate Ashlee, and she also agreed with it.

To deal with extraordinary individuals, extraordinary measures must be taken.

Until noon, I didn't leave the ward, which was also the time when others were having lunch. There were many people at the elevator entrance. Relying on my thinness, I squeezed into the innermost corner.

After the elevator descended two floors, I heard a familiar voice, "Dr. Shelton, I'm counting on you for my father's surgery. Thanks to your care these past few days. If you have time, I'd like to treat you to a meal."

Emilia and Tristan stood just in front of me, with two or three people between us.

Emilia was engrossed in conversation with Tristan and didn't notice me in the corner. Instead, it was Tristan who spotted me at a glance and greeted me with a look.

"What I did was within my responsibilities. You don't have to worry about it," Tristan's cold voice echoed in the elevator.

"You are the most responsible doctor I have ever met, and you are also very attentive, so I want to thank you," Emilia said, standing side by side with Tristan, they were squeezed together without any distance. As they spoke, Emilia would tilt her head slightly and look at Tristan with great focus.

"No need, besides, the person you should be most grateful to is not me," Tristan remained indifferent.

I couldn't help but wonder, "Doesn't he fall for Emilia's tricks? How does he seem like an uncultured straight man?"

In my chaotic thoughts, the elevator finally arrived at the first floor, stopping intermittently. Emilia left the elevator with the crowd to go to the cafeteria for lunch, but Tristan and I did not go out. Instead, we continued down to the basement parking lot.

There were only the two of us in the elevator. After reaching the basement floor, he said to me, "What are you daydreaming about? Aren't you going out?"

I came to my senses and saw that he had been pressing the door button.

"Thank you!" I quickly thanked him and then walked out of the elevator, with Tristan following closely behind.

"Would you like to join me for dinner?" As I was about to get into the car, Tristan unexpectedly appeared next to me and extended an invitation. "Davin and Jaylen have reserved seats, and the restaurant they chose has excellent flavors."

I thought to myself, "It's unreasonable. Why didn't he agree to have dinner with Emilia, but instead invited me?"

"Moreover, I was not familiar with Davin and Jaylen. In their minds, I was the stumbling block that hindered Frederic's pursuit of happiness, and it was my fault from the beginning to use our family's social status for a marriage alliance."

I didn't want to go, so I refused.