His Contractual Mistress

Chapter 511 They Were Beautiful

　　Vincent was astounded how his mom reprimanded him the moment they met after being thought dead from the attack. Instead of she will query how he was doing after the assassination, his mom is more worried that he made love to Hailee a week after she gave birth. 

　　"Ahem. Mom, I know my limitations." He convinced his mom, but Hilda kept glaring at him.

　　Vincent chuckled and shook his head. She is truly his mother. She knew what his thoughts were. Admiringly, he had extreme control over his lust for his gorgeous wife; otherwise, he would have devoured her already right there and then. 

　　"Mom, I know Hailee needs months of rest to recuperate her body."

　　"You should be!" Hilda snorts, slightly blushing because of the topic she spoke to her son about. Instead of asking how he has been, she is more concerned with reminding her son that he must bear his mind to give Hailee the rest she needs.

　　Vincent was amused at how his mom behaved this way, like she was his mother-in-law, instead of acting as his birth mother. Anyhow, he was happy that she cared so much for Hailee. This thought actually eased him inside. 

　　"Mom, you are great. Thank you." Vincent praised his mom while he hugged her tight. 

　　Hilda could no longer stifle her emotion. She was too anxious and almost suffered a heart attack after the news came in that Vincent was missing after being attacked during his visit to T Country.

　　"I'm so glad you are alive, son. How dare you leave your beautiful wife so early? And your kids..." Hilda sobs. 

　　Vincent was even amazed by the question his mom threw at him. He understood his mom's sentiment. She must recall her experience when his dad was assassinated and almost died when he was just an old young. However, although his mom avenged, she was uncomfortable afterward because it was not the life she wanted. 

　　Then now, the situation repeated, but he was in the position. Contemplating, he could not imagine Hailee remarrying when he passed away. Above all, the thought his children would grow up without him crushed his heart. 

　　But all of these were caused by someone. That man is plotting his death for a significant reason that would put everyone in danger.

　　After a heartfelt hug, Hilda parted from her son and strode to Hailee, who had just finished greeting her dad.

　　"I'm so happy you were awake now." Hilda scanned Hailee's face to see if she wasn't pale. She sighed with relief when Hailee's cheeks had colored pinkish. 

　　"I'm sorry for worrying you, mom." Hailee apologized.

　　Hilda shook her head and said, "We could not predict what would happen to our life next. But one thing, I don't want to see my son brokenhearted after returning, then you are gone."

　　Hailee was touched. She would definitely feel the same when she woke up, and the news of Vincent being dead welcomed her.

　　"Thank you, mom." There are no words she could wield to convey her gratitude and respect for her mother-in-law but a tight warm hug. 

　　Meanwhile, Fred and Jacob crowded Vincent. After a quick interrogation, he and Hailee proceeded to the sanitization zone and wore appropriate medical outfits to approach their children. 

　　Vincent and Hailee break into tears upon meeting their children for the first time. They couldn't control their emotion watching the babies inside the incubators and medical equipment connected to their bodies. 

　　"Oh, my poor loves..." Hailee sobs. Vincent rubbed her arms to comfort her. 

　　"Hey, guys! Mom and dad, we're sorry that we were just able to visit and meet you. I want you to know how Dad wished to be here and witness when Momma gave birth to all of you. Dad may be absent, but he promised you to be on your side always." 

　　'After dad punished the man who wants to murder you.' he added to his head. Upon muttering this, a killer glare flickered in his eyes—Hailee, who noticed this, placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled full of passion. 

　　Vincent simmered down his resentment and dismissed the unnecessary thoughts playing in his head. He returned his attention to his daughters and held their tiny hands. 

　　"My princesses… Dad wanted to hold you in my arms."

　　Hailee watched Vincent kiss their daughter's tiny feet. She caught such affection in his eyes that he conveyed to their princesses that it took him a long moment to let go of their hands and move to the boys. 

　　That sight gives Hailee the impression that Vincent would dote on his daughters, and at the same time, he would be strict and clingy to them.

　　"They were beautiful like their momma!" Vincent praised Hailee when he walked over to her, standing in front of their son's incubation.

　　"And brave as their dad." Hailee did not forget to return the compliment. "I can't wait to hold them so that they can listen to my heartbeat to let them know mom is here!"

　　"I am dying to hold them too," Vincent uttered as he wiped the tears that drenched Hailee's face. He looked at his sons; a smile appeared on his thin lips. They are undoubtedly brave. "Hello, boys…"

　　The couple stayed for a little longer to spend more time with their children. Hailee was in a daze, watching her daughters. They were tiny but beautiful at the same time.

　　All of a sudden, an idea came to her. Plans for the near future popped up in her head. She thought about how she would dress them up and wear the same clothes every day. She must ask Janise to tailor a hundred mother-daughter outfits. She could not wait to design a tiara for them too! 

　　"Hubby, we need to decorate a playroom for our girls. Let's fill the room with dolls and clothes. I will ask Kelly to design the jewelry for their dolls and…."

　　"Hold up, Wifey." Vincent immediately interrupted Hailee with her plans. "Isn't that too lavish for young girls to play with real gemstones? What I mean is, will there be an appropriate time for them to own such luxury as toys?"

　　Hailee realized it was indeed inappropriate. She and Vincent had promised to raise and teach their children how to live a simple life despite their wealth. Indeed, he was right that her ideas were too much when their daughters were not even a month old.

　　Having such ideas, she would only teach her children the wrong course of their life. She must be a role model of how to live humbly and have compassion in their heart, like how her grandmothers raised her even if they wore expensive clothes. 

　　"I'm sorry, hubby. I was thrilled to play with our daughters. That's why I'm thinking about what I could get for them. I want them to live the life that I have. I overlook that there will be more important things I should teach them first."

　　"We will give everything to our children, but in perfect time," Vincent affirmed.

　　"Thanks for reminding me." Hailee smacks a kiss on Vincent's lips.

　　"And please remind me if I forget in the future." Vincent knew he would dote on his children nonstop, so he needed those reminders. 

　　The new parents discuss and come up with wonderful plans and crucial decisions for their already big family.

　　However, they have forgotten that grandparents are more lavish than parents. 

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　　Vincent helped Hailee pump her milk to feed the babies. Doctor Manni assisted them, and Hailee cried, watching her babies drink her milk. It was the first time she had witnessed and done this, so she was too emotional.

　　The new parents had just finished feeding their children when someone knocked on the door.

　　"Vincent?"

　　At the glass window, John and Rob peeped inside. Vincent turned his head and looked at the two men.

　　"I'll be there in a sec…." Vincent waved his hand to gesture something. Then he looked at Hailee to convey a message. Hailee nodded her head to give Vincent a heads up. He said, "I'll be right back."

　　Vincent got out of the NICU. He approached John and Rob, lounging in the lobby.

　　"Welcome back, Vincent!" said John.

　　Vincent threw his knuckle on John, and he did in return. Afterward, they hugged and patted each other's back.

　　"Thanks, John... For everything!" 

　　"Small thing, bro… You know, brothers should help each other."

　　John's quote is full of meanings.