Runaway Wife: Please, Have Another Baby!
Chapter 582 - 583: Duke’s Child

Chapter 582: Chapter 583: Duke’s Child

Seeing him, the butler was surprised, but kept his emotions hidden, stopping and stepping to one side to let him pass first.

Moses walked up, his gaze sweeping over the tray in his hand.

Two slices of pizza were missing, and the cup had been used – it was obviously what Gan Yuan had eaten and drunk—refusing to have dinner with him, yet she had gone to eat pizza by herself.

He was somewhat relieved that she was willing to eat something, but the thought of her behavior at the dinner table ignited anger within him.

"Who allowed you to feed her?" he bellowed in anger.

The butler was taken aback, "Sir, what... what do you mean?"

Before, whenever Miss didn’t want to eat, it was always Moses who would try all means to prepare food and drink for her. Why was he behaving so differently now?

"From now on, if she wants to eat, she can only do so at the dining table."

Moses dropped the command and strode upstairs.

The butler watched him ascend, then turned to see Paul standing at the bottom of the steps; the latter simply shrugged his shoulders helplessly, signaling that he was also at a loss about Moses’s thoughts.

The butler reached the last step of the staircase, "May I take a moment of your time?"

Paul understood, turned, and walked with him towards the kitchen, then briefly recounted the events to the butler, of course, skipping the part about Moses’s heart issues.

The butler had been here for many years, already present when the real master of the place was still alive.

Even Moses showed the butler some respect, so of course Paul would not really treat him as just a servant.

"You are saying..." the butler looked grave, "that boy is the child of Miss and the Duke?"

Paul nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely certain!"

"Then..." the butler frowned, "what does the Duke mean now?"

"The Royal Palace has already issued a statement, he has annulled the engagement with Miss," said Paul.

"Weren’t they in love?" the butler asked, puzzled.

"Probably..." Paul shrugged, "couldn’t accept Miss’s status."

The butler pondered silently, asking no more questions.

Paul, bearing Moses in mind, spoke again, "I know that you have a close relationship with Miss and I hope you can persuade her, Sir... Sir really cares about her. It’s just that sometimes, he... his way of expressing it isn’t very good. He’s just... been too tired lately."

"I understand," the butler nodded lightly. "I’ll do my best."

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll go upstairs."

Exiting the kitchen, Paul hastened upstairs to Moses’s room, where Moses stood by the window making a call to Dr. William.

Seeing him come in, Moses raised his hand to make a ’wait’ gesture, then continued speaking.

"You don’t need to explain all that, I just want to know, what are the chances of success if I undergo the surgery?"

Realizing that it was a discussion with Dr. William about his health, Paul immediately closed the door and carefully listened from the side.

"This..." After a moment of reflection on the other end of the line, Dr. William said, "I know you don’t want to hear comforting words. Currently, the success rate for such surgery is quite high, and for a case like yours, it would be over 70%."

"Then... if it’s successful, how long can I live afterward?" Moses continued to ask.

"That..." Dr. William took a breath, "From what I know, over 50% of the patients can live for more than 10 years, with the longest case being 25 years."

"Others?"

"For others... if there is no significant rejection reaction and they take medication regularly, 10 or 20 years is possible, and moreover, if you recover well, you can lead a life just like anyone else, even mild exercise wouldn’t be a problem."

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Good morning