Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 1001 Break Up (3)

Vincent did not speak. Emily looked up at Jaquan and said, "Where is Janessa? Did she have a son?"

"How do you know?" Jaquan nodded.

"I had a dream." Emily said proudly to Vincent, "Look, the dream I had is real."

"What dream?" Jaquan asked.

"Just..." Emily was about to say something when the door to the ward opened again. Noah and Ferne came in one after another. Emily suddenly coughed and closed his mouth. Vincent saw her reaction and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Emily was worried that she wouldn't be able to hide it from his eyes, so she lowered her head and continued to tease the child's fingers. The newborn baby's fingers were extremely small, and its nails were especially beautiful. She felt that it was very novel. She took a dozen or so photos of its feet and compared them with her own hands. She couldn't help but exclaim, "So small."

"Let me take a look." Ferne also approached.

Emily shifted his position to him.

Ferne looked at the child's face carefully, then came to a conclusion, "Jaquan, this child resembles you."

"Really?" Jaquan said proudly. "I also think it looks like me."

"Armando is not like him." Ferne clicked his tongue and said, "If the child looks like him, it would look ugly."

Emma chuckled.

At first, Ferne was worried that what he said would make Emma misunderstand that he despised her for being ugly, but when he saw her smile, he grinned back. "Have you seen it?" Emily asked.

"Yes," Ferne said. "We met Armando after we arrived."

"We haven't gone yet," Emily said to Emma. "Mr. Vincent and I will go see Janessa first, and then come to see you."

"Why the trouble?" "Why don't the two of you stay in a big ward together?" said Ferne.

"That makes sense." Jaquan snapped his fingers. "I'll go make the arrangements."

"Alright, before you make the arrangements, let's go see Janessa first," Emily said with a smile. "Alright."

"Are you in such a hurry to see the child?" Vincent asked in a low voice after he came out.

Emily whispered back, "I have seen this child in my dream. I want to see that he looks different from my dream. If it's the same..."

Does that mean Noah and Mr. Ferne...

"If it's the same, how about it?" Vincent looked at her.

Emily coughed lightly, "Just, anyway, I'll take a look first."

"Did you dream of Ferne?" Vincent suddenly asked.

Emily was speechless.

"Well, I dream of everyone." She attempted to muddle through.

"You even dreamed of Noah?" "Perhaps I was dreaming of the two of them?" Vincent asked with a meaningful look in his eyes.

Emily was speechless.

'Mr. Vincent, you are so smart, how do you let the other ordinary people live?'

As the two spoke, they had already arrived at Janessa's ward.

Emily knocked on the door, then pushed it open and entered.

Janessa was clamoring, "Feed her milk powder! It hurts too much!"

Emily went in and saw Armando holding the crying child in his arms and standing helplessly in the ward. He obviously did not bring any milk powder with him, and even his posture in holding the child was a little stiff.

"Emily" Janessa wailed, "Isn't it too painful for you? It's comparable to a vacuum cleaner! Who can endure this?"

Emily was speechless.

"Then, what should we do?" Emily was as helpless as Armando, who was holding a child.

She just came back from Emma. Why didn't she replace that Emma had this problem? Right, Emma had given birth to Stony before.

The door of the ward opened again. Roman, Cynthia, and Benson rushed in. They had obviously been here once. At this moment, there were many bags and two nannies beside them. Everyone had things in their hands.

As soon as Cynthia came in, she handed over a milk bottle that had been mixed with the milk powder, "Quick, give it to the child."

Armando quickly removed the child's tightly sucking mouth. The child cried loudly. He hurriedly stuffed the milk bottle into the child's mouth. As expected, the child held the milk bottle, closed his eyes, and sucked.

Armando wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Cynthia was still teaching him from the side, "I took this. Next time you feed the child milk powder, you have to use your own skin to test the temperature. See if it's hot or not. The temperature is just right for him to drink, understand?"

Armando nodded.

At first, Janessa agreed to feed her breast milk, so Armando had never learned how to feed breast milk. At this moment, hearing what Cynthia said, he lowered his head and carefully remembered it.

Emily took advantage of the time when Cynthia and her family were busy taking care of Janessa and pulled Vincent to quickly hide.

Vincent asked, "See?"

"No, my eyes are closed. I can't tell." Emily shook his head, "But he is a boy, which proves that what I dreamed of is true."

"What about us?" "Is our baby a boy or a girl?" Vincent looked at her.

Emily thought about it and said with a guilty conscience, "I forgot to look at it."

Vincent was lost for words.