Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

He wondered if Henry was lying to him.

But if Henry did lie to him, he wouldn't care anymore about Henry's life.

Someone who was full of love and didn't care about anything else didn't deserve his concern.

Henry left the Murphy Group and drove all the way to the third hospital.

Presumably, the third hospital had received Stanley's orders, and as soon as Henry arrived, someone took him directly to the morgue.

Henry once again saw Ivy's corpse, which had been frozen for days, which was green and white and very frightening to look at.

But Henry wasn't frightened; as a doctor, he'd seen too many corpses, and he'd seen worse and scarier ones, so he didn't feel the slightest bit of fear at the sight of it.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Even if he wasn't a doctor, he wouldn't feel scared when he saw Ivy's corpse, because Ivy was the one he had loved.

"Dr. Baxter." One of the doctors from the third hospital came to Henry and looked at Ivy before placing his eyes on Henry, "Where is the body going to be transported to?"

"The crematorium." Henry re-covered Ivy with the white cloth and replied with downcast eyes.

The doctor sighed in relief, "So, do you need help arranging a car?"

He was really afraid that Dr. Baxter would ship the body home.

He had been instructed by Stanley not to let Dr. Baxter take the body home, or to any place other than the crematorium.

It was a good thing that Dr. Baxter didn't let love overwhelm him, or else he wouldn't really be able to deliver on this task.

"No, I've already made contact them on the way here, so I guess I'll be there soon." Henry said as he raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

The doctor nodded and asked no more questions.

Just as Henry had said, the crematorium car arrived soon after.

Henry signed the body collection form and followed the crematorium car to the crematorium.

When they arrived at the crematorium, Ivy was not immediately sent to the crematorium, but to the make-up room, where there were make-up collectors who specialized in taking care of the make-up for the corpse, so that the corpse could be kept decent and go in a beautiful manner.

As Ivy was escorted into the dressing room, Henry turned around and went back to his car, pulling out a very, very large box out.

The makeup artist looked at the box and was filled with confusion, "Sir, this is ......"

"This is the wedding dress." Henry said as he opened the lid of the large box.

Inside was a beautiful white wedding dress, which was beautifully decorated with diamonds and silver filigree shining brightly in the air.

There was a flash of amazement in the makeup artist's eyes, and she quickly regained her composure.

After all, she hadn't seen many moves like this one to give wedding dresses to the deceased.

Many unmarried couples, or boyfriend and girlfriend, have an accident when one of them has an accident before they get married, and then the other party will give their beloved a wedding dress or ring as a sign of giving each other a wedding when the one who had the accident is cremated.

So it didn't surprise her that this gentleman was giving away wedding dresses. She was surprised to be given a wedding dress that was expensive at first glance.

But looking at the gentleman's dress, it's also worth a lot, so I guess he's a rich man.

With that thought, the makeup artist reached out to take the box Henry handed her, "I see, I'll put it on that young lady."

Henry nodded, then dug in his suit pocket again and pulled out a red velvet box, "And the ring."

"Okay." The makeup artist took it over, "I will put on that young lady with the most beautiful bride makeup."

"Thanks." Henry bowed toward the makeup artist and turned back to his car, also changing into a new tuxedo suit and pinning a flower with groom written on it to his left chest.

By the time he got out of the car again, he was a groom.

The people Fraser had arranged saw this scene and their eyes were wide open.

What was going on?

Dr. Baxter wasn't going to have a wedding with Ivy and then martyr himself, was he?

Thinking about this, the man hurriedly took out his cell phone and dialed Fraser's number, telling him all that he had seen.

Fraser was also surprised after hearing this, his eyebrows tightened, "I know, keep an eye on him, once he makes a move, immediately bring him under control."

"Okay." The man nodded in response.

Fraser hung up the phone and knocked on the door of Stanley's office.

"Come in." Stanley spoke in a deep voice.

Fraser took a deep breath and pushed the door in, "Mr. Murphy, Dr. Baxter has changed himself and Ivy into wedding outfits."

"What?" Stanley wrinkled his brow, not reacting for a moment to what that meant.

"Henry changed himself and Ivy into such clothes?" Stanley's face suddenly sank.

"Yes." Fraser nodded.

Stanley's expression was unbearably gloomy, "What the hell does he want?"

"I don't know, the people I sent over there are keeping an eye on him to keep him from doing something stupid." Fraser said.

Stanley clenched his fists and didn't say anything.

Fraser couldn't wait for his response, thought about it and opened her mouth to ask, "Mr. Murphy, what should we do now, should we go check it out?" "What? Since he wants to go die, let him go." Stanley's thin lips pursed as he replied.

He'd just said that if Henry lied to him and still hadn't put off the idea of going to be with Ivy, he'd definitely not care anymore.

Fraser also knew this, and also felt that if Dr. Baxter were to really do that, it really wasn't worth saving him.

But to actually see Dr. Baxter go to his death was something he couldn't bear.

In any case, having known him for more than ten years, he and Dr. Baxter were considered friends, and he really couldn't do anything to let Dr. Baxter go.

Pushing his glasses, Fraser plucked up courage and added, "Maybe Dr. Baxter doesn't want to die, he just wants to do something else... Mr. Murphy, go take a look, don't regret it." Regret?

How can that be!

Despite thinking that, Stanley couldn't ignore the little bit of emotion that pulsed in his heart.

Well, indeed, he was still reluctant to actually let Henry do so.

Rubbing his brow, Stanley stood up with a dark face, "Get the car!"

Seeing that he had agreed to go over, Fraser's face lit up with joy and he immediately responded, "Yes."

Fraser turned to leave the office and went to prepare the car.

Within a short time, the two drove over to the crematorium.

The crematorium was in a remote suburb, and Fraser drove for an hour and a half before finally arriving at the crematorium.

The man Fraser had arranged saw the car coming and immediately went forward to help open the door.

"Mr. Murphy, Fraser." The man greeted respectfully.

With his hands in his pants pockets, Stanley frowned slightly as he surveyed the crematorium building across the street, pressing his thin lips, "Where's Henry?"

"Dr. Baxter is outside the dressing room." The man said back.

"Lead the way." Fraser commanded.

The man nodded, then walked ahead and led the way for Stanley and Fraser.

It was not far away, a two minute walk.

Stanley saw Henry sitting outside the dressing room.

Henry had his head down, a dazzling silver and white groom's tuxedo, a red flower pinned to his chest, and he seemed to be holding something in his hand, looking at it intently. Stanley lifted his foot and walked over.

The sound of footsteps interrupted Henry's intention. He lifted his head and turned it in the direction of the footsteps, seeing Stanley, a flash of surprise passed through his eyes before he stood up, "Stanley, what brings you here?"

Stanley stood opposite Henry, his gaze cold as he looked him up and down, and when he saw the red flower with the word groom pinned to his left breast, his thin lips curled up in a sneer, "What? Holding an underworld wedding?"☐☐☐☐☐☐