Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again

George turned his head away and ignored Jessie's father.

Jessie's father was a man he knew well, and when he was pleasant, he was nosy.

And as he himself was not the type to talk much, nor was he very eloquent, the only result against Jessie's father was to be annoyed by what he said.

So if he paid attention to Jessie's father, he would only be helping him to grow in prestige and make him mutter accusations that were useless, so it was better not to say anything at all.

Nothing was said, and after a while, Jessie's father subsided his anger.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

As expected, Jessie's father finally said nothing when George still ignored him.

Across the room, Jessie pinched the top of the ampoule and broke it hard.

Yet the ampoule was like a stone, unable to break it, and her face was went flushed.

Jessie's father was about to take it, but George sighed imperceptibly and his voice softened slightly, "You have gauze scissors on your left hand side, you can break it by using the blade of the scissors to make a few cuts on the ampoule connection and draw a set of marks before breaking it."

Hearing him say that, Jessie's eyes lit up, then she slapped her forehead, "Right, why didn't I remember? Thank you, Mr. Joe, thank you for reminding me."

With those words, she picked up the scissors and opened them, then did as he said and made a few cuts at the ampoule joints.

The scissors were sharp and soon cut a line through the ampoule joint.

Jessie once again broke it with force, this time, the ampoule was finally broken by her.

She held up the ampoule hat that had been broken and smiled at George, "Look, Mr. Joe, I broke it."

George looked at her smile, his eyes darkened, his voice pretending to be cold and bland as he gave a muffled sound.

Jessie's father snorted coldly, "Jessie, what are you showing off to him, do you see him paying attention to you?"

Jessie smiled, "Well, dad, I'm not showing off, I just wanted to show him that I did what he said."

"What's the point? There are plenty of ways to get this thing open, even if he did not advice, you still have other ways to get it open, so what's the point to show him?" Jessie's father said as he glanced coldly a George.

Jessie laughed, "Okay Dad, enough about that, hold out your hand and I'll disinfect it for you." Naturally, Jessie's father listened to her and put his hand out on the small table in front of him.

Jessie picked up a cotton swab and, after dabbing it with some iodine, began to disinfect his hand.

George kept watching her movements, so that if she did anything wrong, he could always remind her and make her correct it.

Disinfection was not a particularly complicated matter though, just wipe over all the wounds.

So Jessie did a good job and George didn't say a word.

After disinfecting, Jessie dropped the cotton swab, then looked at George, "Mr. Joe, you just said that after disinfecting, I will use some kind of spray, right?"

"The bottle to your right." George said, pointing.

Jessie picked up the spray bottle, "Thank you."

She finished her thanks and then opened the lid of the spray bottle.

George suddenly spoke again, "Shake it twice before you spray it, otherwise the first thing that comes out is all air."

"Okay, thanks for the reminder." Jessie nodded in response, then took the spray bottle and shook it.

After shaking it twice, she then pressed the spray button.

Soon, a white, moist powder came out of the spout of the spray bottle and pounced nicely on the spot where Jessie's father had broken his skin.

George explained, "This is a hemostatic powder, which can effectively clot the red blood cells and make the wound crust over."

"I see." Jessie looked at the name on the bottle of the spray bottle in her hand.

It was another country's script and she didn't understand it.

But now she knew what it was, it was a blood stopping powder.

"Mr. Joe, what do we do next?" Jessie asked again after putting down the spray bottle and capping it.

George pointed to her left hand side, "The gel in that little bottle, use a spoon to gently scoop some of it, spread it evenly on your father's wound, and finally just wrap it with gauze."

"A gel?" Jessie picked up the small bottle he said and opened it, and inside was indeed a beige, pungent-smelling gel-like paste.

She thought that it was all about the pills.

"What kind of gel is this?" She inquired, wrinkling her nose.

Just after she asked, she thought of something else and waved her hand, "Sorry Mr. Joe, I didn't mean to ask, you could have not answered me."

Really, how could she forget how much he hated their Robinson family just because he was now being merciful and teaching her how to dress her father's wounds?

So why should one make the extra effort to ask these unproductive questions.

Yet George did not refrain from answering, as Jessie had said.

Instead, he lightly explained to her, "This is a new type of drug, only developed last year, it is a drug gel that can effectively promote skin growth, because of the low cost of production, so it can achieve worldwide popularity, so now this gel has become the best trauma dressing for major hospitals and major clinics."

"So that's how it is." Jessie nodded in a daze, but she was very surprised.

He actually answered her anyway.

He didn't seem to be as over the top as Mum and Dad, and Violet had said he was.

He seemed to be quite patient with her.

What was going on here?

Jessie cocked her head in confusion.

And she didn't know if it was just her own illusion, but she seemed to think that he didn't seem to hate her and the Robinson family so much.

Of course, the chances of this being an illusion on her part were very high; after all, Mum, Dad and Violet couldn't have lied to her.

The terror she felt when she faced him wasn't fake either.

So he had really gone too far with her, with the Robinson family, before.

Now, it was just a temporary cover-up.

"What are you thinking?" When George saw Jessie's head lowered, not knowing what she was thinking about, he couldn't help but purse her lips and say, "If you don't put the gel on, the hemostatic powder will dry up, what's the use then? Mixing the gel with the haemostatic powder is the best effect."

Being reminded by him, Jessie hurriedly came back to her senses with a jolt and squeezed the corners of her mouth in embarrassment, "Sorry, I'll wipe it right now."

After saying that, she hurriedly picked up a spoon, scooped out a large piece of gel and carefully smeared it on her father's wound.

While wiping, she asked her father, "Dad, does it hurt?"

Jessie's father smiled lovingly and replied, "It doesn't hurt, it's warm inside."

He pointed to his chest..

To be honest, how could the medication not hurt, all those drugs had the side effect of irritating the wound and he was gritting his teeth when it was applied.

But he felt warm in his heart!

It was really warm and sweet when his daughter gave him medicine and cared.

Jessie looked at her father's smile and saw the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and the gray hair on his head, and her heart was sour.

Not to talk about the feud between the Robinson family and the Joe family, just that over the years, Mom and Dad have aged too much because of the fact that she loved George.

Although she now had no idea what she had done when she loved that man, she knew that when she was hurt and heartbroken by George, they, as parents, would be heartbroken along with her.

In other words, originally, Mom and Dad only had to suffer from George's hatred, but because of her own feelings, Mom and Dad had to suffer an additional torment caused by their daughter. She really was sorry for them!☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐