Married to a Secret Billionaire (Stella Taylor)

Chapter 135 There's No Heir to Inherit

Chapter 135 There's No Heir to Inherit

"Stella, your health is somewhat delicate, and you've gone through a fairly uncommon pseudo-

pregnancy this time. However, there's no reason for concern. You can still become pregnant with

proper care. Moreover, there's something else..."

Aiden handed her a medical examination report.

The name on the report was Henry.

"First, I want to offer my sincerest apologies for this situation. Mr. Taylor had previously undergone a

medical examination at my clinic. A few of the medical interns under my supervision inappropriately

acquired and analyzed certain blood samples without the appropriate authorization. These blood

samples included both yours and Mr. Taylor's."

"This was a grave breach of hospital regulations, and the interns involved have faced disciplinary

actions. Nonetheless, upon reviewing the identification report they submitted, it indicates that... there is

no blood relation between you and Mr. Taylor!"

Stella's ears buzzed, and her mind went blank.

...

Noah dashed up the stairs, scanning the crowd with increasing desperation for the petite figure.

As he hurried onward, he unexpectedly crossed paths with Aiden exiting his office.

"Where's Stella?"

"I had a nurse escort her to the rest area."

"What happened exactly?" Noah felt his anxiety intensify, beads of sweat forming on his nose.

Aiden proceeded to provide a brief account of the entire situation.

Noah found himself stunned after hearing it, rendering him momentarily speechless.

"Could it possibly be a mistake?"

"At first, I thought the same. I considered the possibility of a mix-up or an oversight by the students due

to the large number of blood samples." He then whispered, "That's why I conducted a second

identification personally, leaving no margin for error."

Noah furrowed his brow. "What about the labels on the blood samples..."

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blood."

With the rigorous procedures in place, the likelihood of an error involving the blood samples appeared

exceedingly improbable.

Furthermore, Aiden had taken the precaution of personally conducting the identification, leaving no

room for mistakes.

"So... Stella isn't Henry's biological daughter?"

Aiden nodded in response.

Noah wore a complex expression, and his gaze drifted toward the rest area. The door to the rest area

was slightly ajar, and he could catch a faint glimpse of the petite figure resting on the couch. Her

slender back exuded vulnerability.

He clenched his fists, not knowing what to say to her after he entered.

"Liam." Aiden observed Noah's fluctuating emotions. "You... you're not going to change your attitude

toward Stella just because of her family background, are you? Even if she isn't the daughter of the

Taylor family, she genuinely loves you!"

"You're overthinking it," Noah responded in a subdued tone.

If he prioritized family lineage, he would not be in his current situation.

He pursed his lips, maintaining a stern countenance, yet his profound eyes conveyed a hint of

tenderness.

Noah stepped into the room and enfolded her in a gentle embrace.

Stella was startled but swiftly found solace in the warmth of his arms, listening to the familiar heartbeat.

"Darling..." After a brief moment of quivering, she eventually spoke these words, her voice tinged with a

blend of emotions. Her heart swelled with a tumultuous array of feelings.

He knows, doesn't he? What will he think of me?

She, too, considered her current circumstances utterly preposterous.

Stella was not a Taylor family scion, yet she had endured years of humiliation and censure without any

reason.

Perhaps Amelia and Madison had never fathomed that the source of their torment over the years bore

no ties to the Taylor family whatsoever, but had Henry truly remained oblivious to this?

If so, why had Madison occasionally resorted to labeling her an "illegitimate child" during their past

confrontations?

In hindsight, the term "illegitimate child" appeared more than a mere emotional outburst. However, it

now seemed to have been founded on factual grounds.

Stella pondered whether she and Samuel were indeed the offspring of unidentified fathers.

Her mind was a tempest. Thoughts and doubts whirled like unruly weeds, stifling her breath.

Noah knelt before her, his eyes brimming with affection, and he tenderly caressed her hair.

"Honey." He spoke in a gentle tone. "Let's go home."

"I-"

"Say no more. I understand. I know you're not feeling well right now, but some complexities won't

unravel in an instant."

"Honey, we can take it step by step. Regardless of the circumstances, I'll be with you every step of the

way. Don't worry, alright?"

Stella gazed into his eyes, an overwhelming urge to weep welling up within her.

Noah clasped her hand firmly as they journeyed back home, imparting a profound sense of

reassurance.

Upon their return home, she noticed an array of baby care magazines scattered across the living room

table alongside an open laptop with multiple tabs dedicated to pregnancy and parenting forums.

It was the extensive wealth of information that he had diligently been perusing lately.

He was not merely perusing the articles; he was meticulously documenting them. His notebook teemed

with notations, reminders concerning pregnancy, counsel on new fatherhood, and strategies for

assisting his spouse in preventing postpartum depression.

The bedroom was already brimming with an assortment of items-baby blankets, pregnancy radiation

protection clothing, and more.

Stella's nose tingled, her eyes moistened, and she bowed her head, her words remaining unspoken.

Noah tenderly enveloped her, silently embracing her emotions.

"Darling." After a prolonged silence, she spoke softly. "I shouldn't have jumped the gun. I should've

waited to learn the whole truth. I'm sorry for getting your hopes up-"

"It's okay." He smiled. "All of these preparations will be useful down the line."

"But Aiden mentioned that I have a weak constitution. Although it doesn't hinder my chances of getting

pregnant, the odds of conceiving may be lower than average."

Noah looked at Stella earnestly. "Stella, the reality is, whether we have children or not isn't my top

priority."

She was surprised, and there was a trace of warmth in his resonant voice.

"If you desire children, we can have them. If you're not inclined to, we can enjoy our lives as a couple."

"But..."

Isn't it expected that men want their wives to bear children?

"If this situation is causing you distress, there's truly no need," Noah said with a tender chuckle. "My

family has no significant inheritance to worry about."

He made Stella laugh, and she snuggled in his arms, savoring his tenderness.

"Having children is entirely up to you," he added warmly. "If you want to have children, I'll

wholeheartedly support it."

She could feel his rising temperature and the change in his body.

Even the air in the room started to heat up.

Noah pushed Stella onto the bed, smiling with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

A few days ago, he thought she was pregnant and had read that the first three months were the most

unstable and that they should be careful...

Thus, he had been holding back.

Now that he finally had the chance. He intended to make the most of it.

Noah grinned mischievously and threw back the covers, covering the couple completely.

...

The weather was getting slightly cooler as summer was turning into early autumn. The sky was a

brilliant blue, with fluffy clouds that looked like large cotton candies floating in the distance.

Stella had set up a few more tables in the yard, with matching umbrellas that resembled the color of iris

flowers, giving the place a refreshing and tranquil atmosphere.

There were not many customers on this particular morning. She was quietly brewing coffee behind the

bar when she suddenly heard a sweet voice calling from outside, "Stella!"

She stepped outside and saw Audrey, bathed in sunlight, running toward her like a little bird.

However, there seemed to be someone following her.