Chapter 276: Chapter 276

###Chapter 275 One Wrong Step – Part 13

Ivelle Astley nodded and noticed that Parker Wesley carefully put the fried eggs in Jon's chopsticks. She was very curious. How did the two of them get together?

Seeing her staring at him, Parker curled his lips and said, "Is it not your taste?"

She shook her head, changed the subject, and said, "Liam stuffed a little girl into your company?"

He thought for a moment and said, "Are you talking about that little girl named Michelle Remington?"

She nodded. "Hmm!"

He took a sip of milk and said, "I don't know what's going on at the moment. Liam said it was what you meant, so I took it."

I.

When did she say that?

Seeing her frown, he said, "Did she just passed by today and needs my care?"

She shook her head. "No, I was just asking."

He was in a hurry to get to the office and left early. Jon and Ivelle had breakfast and she urged him to go to the hospital.

Hospital.

Gynecology consultation room.

Jon held Blossom in his arms. Ivelle sat opposite the gynecologist's office and said awkwardly, "Doctor, I gave birth to a baby four months ago, but then because the baby died early, my milk was gone. Now I want lactation, so can I still have it?"

The gynecologist, a woman in her fifties, looked at Jon who was standing next to her and the child in his arms. She said, "Under normal circumstances, there is no way to produce lactation. Of course, there is also a possibility. Many parents can also do so after half a year, but it depends on everyone's physical condition."

After a pause, she continued, "We do not recommend you do special lactation conditioning, but you can let your husband try. With a general combination of diet and human stimulation, there will be signs of milk."

It was only after a moment that Ivelle realized what she meant. She couldn't help blushing, but after thinking about it, she said, "What should I pay attention to in my diet?"

"Eat more food that stimulates mammary gland secretion, which is mostly some lactation soup and traditional Western medicine conditioning. I don't have lactation soup in my office, but I can prescribe some traditional Western medicine for you. Some people will find someone to massage them, but I don't recommend it. You've been doing this for four months. If the lactation source does not manage her strength well, it is easy to damage the breast and cause harm. I suggest your husband help, and of course, you can also let the child try. The child has enough suction but not to hurt you."

With that, the gynecologist bowed her head, wrote a prescription, and handed it to her. "Pay attention to keeping a good mood and sleep in the process of lactation, so the effect is better!"

Ivelle nodded, blushed more or less, thanked her, and left the hospital.

Jon hugged Blossom, coughed, looked at Ivelle, and said, "This is too hurtful. She has been drinking milk powder for three months. Although her health is poor, she doesn't have any disease after all. Shouldn't she be all right?"

Ivelle looked at the important things in her hands, pursed her lips, and said, "Blossom is my child now. If I can breastfeed her, then why not? After all, I have to try. I don't want her to grow up and be sick all the time, do I?"

He nodded. "That's what you say, but didn't the doctor say that it would hurt you? You've stopped for four months, and it's troublesome to rush now."

"Let's go!" Ivelle didn't say much to him. She took Blossom in her arms and got into the car.

When he got into the driver's seat and wanted to say something else, he couldn't help looking out of the car and paused for a moment.

She looked down and saw that under the inpatient building, the woman in a hospital gown and the man in a black suit was as cold and resolute as ever.

Obviously, the man came to see the woman and she accompanied him for a walk.

Jon looked at Ivelle and frowned. "What's going on with you and Jordan?"

Ivelle closed the door and withdrew her eyes from the two people in front of the hospital. "I was on the brink of divorce."

He frowned, "Because of his relationship with Nicole?"

She looked at him and raised her eyebrows. "Isn't that enough reason?"

He started the car, said nothing more, but was silent for a while, and said, "If you still care, just talk about it. Divorce is too impulsive."

Without saying much, she looked under the hospital building again and saw that Jordan had brought the landing gladly into the inpatient department.

"Let's go! I'll go back to have medicine." She opened her mouth with no mood swings.

After so many years, she had long been numb. She was not angry and she didn't think it was necessary.

Jon started the car and sighed slightly.

After arriving in Victory District, Ivelle began to boil medicine according to the doctor's advice. It was easy for Blossom to cry every now and then. Jon said that she cried every time she was hungry and so he fed her with the milk powder, but she didn't eat much and stopped eating after a few bites.

Parker worked overtime at night. In taking care of Blossom, he was the best, but he was not here, so Jon and Ivelle had no way to calm Blossom down from crying.

Ivelle could simply hold and coax her in the room.

The medicine was ready, and so a big bowl was poured. Jon looked at Ivelle. Without even taking the medicine, he said with a bitter face, "I already feel it's bitter. Are you sure you want to drink it?"

Ivelle nodded, pinched her nose, and drank it all. After drinking the medicine, her mouth was full of the bitter taste. Fortunately, Jon stuffed her with a piece of honey.

After taking the medicine, she felt sick in her stomach, so she went back to her bedroom to have a rest. When Parker came back, he took Blossom and Jon for a walk.

When Ivelle received the phone call from Jordan, she was about to fall asleep. She got a call from him vaguely. She was a little upset, "What's the matter?"

"Come down and let's talk!" He spoke in a low voice.

"Some other time. I don't want to move today." After all, there was bound to be a quarrel. It would be better to wait a few days and calm each other down.

"I'm coming up!"

"Wait a minute!" Helplessly, she got up, got dressed, and went downstairs.

She was surprised that he knew that winter in Hempstead was not so cold. Jordan wore a black sweater and a dark coat, and his whole body was still leaning against the car coldly, with a cigarette lit on his finger and a spark on his cigarette butt.

"What's the matter?" She was a little irritable. She didn't know if it was because she took the medicine. She was a little grumpy.

When he saw her, he pinched the cigarette butt, then threw it into the dustbin. He straightened up, took off his coat, and put it on her. "Why don't you wear more?"

She curled her lips. "If you need anything, just tell me!" She didn't have the patience to chat with him here.

He raised his eyebrows without joy and anger, "Go back to live in the landscape."

"I'm busy!" She opened her mouth, tore off her coat, and handed it to him. "It's fine for me to live here," she said.

She had a headache when she went back to meet him face to face.

He frowned and said warmly, "Ivelle, you are married. Don't you know you are already a wife? Do you think it's appropriate for you to live with two men like this?"

"It's not appropriate!" Looking up at him, she said, "Jordan, I said, if you are not satisfied, you can divorce me. I can sign at any time."