Daisy nodded, her voice slightly hoarse, “Yes, the pregnancy is two months old.”

“Very good, very good.” Mr. Drkov was so happy that he couldn’t help but cough a few times.

“Grandpa, are you okay?” Everyone looked at Mr. Drkov with concern, but he waved his hand and said, “I’m fine.”

“Grandpa, take care of your health. The Drkov family still needs you to manage.” Winifred sat beside him, stroking his back. She had never dared to mention the Drkov ...