"It must be true! My little girl is a blessed child, after all. Lana's pregnant!" Phoebe Huxley slapped her thigh, startling everyone in the room.
Everyone then remembered Tang Xiaonan's new status—wasn't she a blessed child?
Raina finally snapped out of her daze, spinning in circles with excitement. As she turned, she muttered, "She must be! Byron, check Lana's pulse. See if it's a pregnancy pulse!"
Frederick Thorne nodded eagerly. "Dad, hurry and check. Lana hasn't been feeling well lately. It could be because she's pregnant."
The smile on Byron Thorne's face froze. 'If I really knew how to read a pregnancy pulse, I'd have opened my own clinic by now.' But he didn't want to lose face in front of his wife and son, so after a moment's thought, he came up with an idea.
"What's the rush? There's a proper procedure for a diagnosis. We have to follow the steps. We can't just jump ahead."
