Our Love Story: Hard to Guard Against the Sudden Love Strike

Chapter 620 - 591: It’s Too Hard

Old Master Forrester almost fainted when he heard it.Seeing this, Quentin Thorne was displeased, but he could only maintain a smile on his face: "Uncle Forrester, daughters are good too. Look at my two daughters, they’re both caring and filial. I feel quite fortunate in my later years."

Old Master Forrester glared: "Daughters can’t carry on the family line!"

Quentin Thorne continued smiling: "Why can’t they? Didn’t you agree that one of Annie’s two children would have the surname ’Thorne’?"

Wouldn’t that make them descendants of the Thorne Family, continuing the Thorne family line?

Of course, Quentin Thorne didn’t voice the last part, knowing that if he did, Old Master Forrester might faint on the spot or argue with him then and there.

Seeing Old Master Forrester remain silent, with a stance that seemed to say, "Your daughter is already my family’s granddaughter-in-law, and I’ve forgotten what was agreed before the marriage," Quentin Thorne felt annoyed internally but kept a courteous smile.

"We agreed before that Annie would have two children, and one of them would follow her surname ’Thorne,’ regardless of gender. Now the first child is a daughter, would you like this child to carry the ’Thorne’ surname? That way, if the second child is a boy, he can have the ’Forrester’ surname."

Old Master Forrester, though old, wasn’t muddled in his thinking. He rolled his eyes and asked, "What if the second child is also a girl? Then the eldest daughter would have the mother’s surname, and the second daughter the father’s. Those who don’t know might think our Jules married into the Thorne Family."

Quentin Thorne chuckled: "The first child having the ’Forrester’ surname is fine too, but by then the second child, regardless of gender, would need to have the ’Thorne’ surname."

Old Master Forrester thought to himself that wouldn’t work either; having a son and a daughter, with the daughter bearing the father’s surname and son the mother’s, might still give the impression that he married into the other family.

The old man sucked his teeth, trying to figure out a solution, but no matter how he thought about it, it seemed too complicated and difficult to handle.

He was troubled and was about to ask his grandson for his opinion when Simon Forrester had already gone back into the ward to accompany his wife, closing the door tightly.

Simon Forrester didn’t want to get involved in these matters.

He entered the ward.

Sienna Thornton was lying on the hospital bed, staring out the window in a daze.

"What are you thinking about?" He walked over, bent down, and kissed her.

She came back to her senses and smiled at him: "I was thinking, should we really name our daughter ’Kaden Forrester’? Isn’t it a bit too strong? Besides, I’m afraid Grandpa won’t agree, and my mom says that Thornton is secretly picking a name for the child too."

Seeing his wife about to enter the operating room, yet still worried that the name they chose for their child might offend the elders, Simon Forrester felt tender-hearted and gently embraced her, kissed her forehead, and spoke softly: "Marrying me and becoming a Forrester family daughter-in-law is not easy, is it?"

She seized the opportunity to tease: "Yeah, it’s really not easy, and exhausting, so you better be good to me in the future! Don’t let me down, alright?"

"I will."

The couple was whispering quietly when someone knocked on the door. The midwife and nurses came in: "Time to head to the operating room."

Sienna Thornton’s hand trembled, and her face turned pale.

Simon Forrester noticed, leaned down, and softly reassured her: "It’s okay, it’s just a matter of an hour or so. I’ll be waiting outside for you the whole time."

"I’m scared..." Her voice was different than usual, betraying her fear.

She had always been healthy and had never undergone surgery. Not knowing what the operating room would look like, being alone in such a strange and cold environment with a fear of surgery was a huge torment.

Simon Forrester, feeling empathetic, was also suffering alongside her. He tightly held Sienna Thornton’s hand and asked the midwife: "I want to accompany my wife into the operating room, is that possible?"

How could an operating room allow unrelated people in? But the medical staff knew that today’s patient was either wealthy or noble, and that her husband was naturally no ordinary person, and it was hard to directly refuse, so they said tactfully: "We’ll have to ask the director for permission."

Simon Forrester immediately turned to Quentin Thorne, who had just entered: "Dad, could you talk to the director and see if I’m allowed to accompany Annie into the operating room?"

Quentin Thorne glanced at his pale-faced daughter and nodded: "I’ll go make a call."

Meanwhile, the medical staff were busy, disassembling Sienna Thornton’s hospital bed and directly pushing it outside. Simon Forrester walked alongside her, never letting go of her hand.

The group left the ward and took the special elevator to the operating room. Quentin Thorne had already made the arrangements and, after exiting the elevator, whispered to Simon Forrester: "It’s best not to, as the operating room is a sterile environment. If something happens, it could cause more trouble."

Sienna Thornton heard this, shook Simon Forrester’s arm: "Don’t go in, it’s okay."

Simon Forrester had no choice but to give up.

The group reached the operating room floor, and Sienna Thornton was about to be pushed into the delivery room, with Simon Forrester and Quentin Thorne flanking her on either side until they reached the entrance. Even as the automatic door closed, Simon Forrester continued to look longingly inside.

Quentin Thorne patted his arm and nodded toward a few rows of chairs not far away: "Go sit and wait, standing here won’t help."

Simon Forrester didn’t respond, walking over with a worried face.

Old Master Forrester was quietly talking to Sylvia Langley, who looked impatient and didn’t want to engage with the old man. Seeing her son come over, she quickly moved to sit with him.

Quentin Thorne also went to sit with Melinda Linton.

Old Master Forrester, sitting by himself, feeling bored, soon moved over to sit next to his grandson.

Seeing Simon Forrester’s face full of worry and tension, with no intention of speaking, everyone remained silent as they waited.

The old man, feeling a bit restless as he awaited the arrival of his granddaughter, needed to talk. Seeing his grandson ignoring him, he patted Quentin Thorne’s shoulder in the front row and smiled: "I think having a first-born daughter is good too. Next year is the year of the dragon, so after this New Year, you can try for another one and have a child by the end of next year..."

While Sienna Thornton was still enduring the childbirth pains inside, the Forrester Family was already planning for her to have a second child during her nursing period.

Quentin Thorne, frustrated, dropped his usual gentle demeanor, turned his head slightly, and gave a sidelong glance at Old Master Forrester: "Does the Forrester Family have someone who can help take care of the children and share the burden? If not, why the rush for a second child?"

Sylvia Langley had already made it clear she wouldn’t come back to take care of grandchildren, Zane Forrester was unreachable in the United States, his own wife was always living with Bianca Fordham’s family, and Old Master Forrester, well into his nineties, would be lucky if he could scold people, let alone care for great-grandchildren.

The old man, knowing he was in the wrong, sheepishly withdrew his words.

Quentin Thorne also looked away. Melinda Linton next to him gently tapped his hand, signaling him not to sour relations with the Forrester Family.

Meanwhile, in the surgery, Sienna Thornton, now anesthetized, was lifted onto the operating table.

Her pregnant belly was being wiped with something cold, presumably disinfectant, the light overhead so bright she couldn’t keep her eyes open.

Everyone was busy, and nobody was paying her any mind.

She lay on the operating bed, eyes slightly closed, waiting nervously.

After a while, the operating room door opened, and she heard the nurses greeting someone in unison: "Director, Dr. Langford, it’s almost ready."