A Few Scared Half to Death!

Buzz buzz buzz...

Gavin's ears began ringing on their own.

He had thought he would never experience anything like this.

After all, not even when he had won his first championship on the football field had he ever suffered from tinnitus.

But now...

Looking at Nikita, who was smiling at him while gently stroking her belly, Gavin found that he could no longer see her outline clearly.

As for the incessant sounds ringing in his ears...

Gavin could not help twitching his nostrils.

The sounds around him were so noisy. Those noises... they were so damn noisy that he could not even hear his son kicking his mother's belly! For a moment, Gavin tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and remained silent for more than ten seconds.

Then he opened his eyes, grabbed Nikita's wrist, and said softly.

"This is good news. Thank you, Nikki."

"Don't thank me, sir. This is our son. Ours, isn't he?"

Looking at the foolishly dazed Gavin, Nikita smiled and wrapped her arm around his.

Beside them, Thomas, who had always stayed at Gavin's side, could not help saying softly, "Master, congratulations on having a healthy eldest son!"

"Of course, congratulations as well to the Alliance on gaining an heir destined for greatness!"

"Would you like me to inform the management of this good news and convene an emergency meeting to hold a grand party in advance for the prince soon to be born to our Alliance?" "There is no need to worry about supplies, Master. We have just gained at least a thousand, perhaps several thousand dead hens. Those hens alone will be enough to host this feast!" As he finished, Thomas looked expectantly at Gavin.

After a brief daze, Gavin suddenly revealed a rare mischievous grin.

With that unusual grin, he said