As the Illuminati headed for Titan, Daisy had no idea Stark had imagined a childhood backstory for her, something like Superman's. Taking care of two pregnant women had cost her an enormous amount of effort.
"Ugh... blegh..." Jean threw up the little porridge she had barely managed to drink at noon. By the end, it was nothing but acid, yet the discomfort in her stomach refused to ease. She vomited violently in the bathroom.
"This doesn't make sense... It shouldn't be like this..." Director Daisy was sweating anxiously as she flipped through a handbook on prenatal care. It stated clearly that pregnancy symptoms mainly occurred in the early stages, becoming strongest between the tenth and twelfth weeks. But Jean was already eight months along! That period had long passed!
Still, she knew Jean was different from ordinary people. These care books could only serve as references. Maybe this was simply how a Phoenix gave birth to a daughter?
"You, you, and you—take people to clean this up. You lot, notify the kitchen and have them make something else. It needs to be nutritious and look appetizing. What are you all staring at me for? Move!" To care for the two pregnant women, she had hired several professional nursing teams, all world-renowned.
After paying exorbitant fees, she had made them sign confidentiality agreements. Some of Jean's symptoms were highly unusual, completely different from those of normal pregnant women.
Nowadays, no one who took her money and failed to do their job had been born yet. Besides, squads of heavily armed soldiers outside the estate made these people even less likely to break their contracts.
A whole crowd of caregivers rushed about, while experienced obstetricians and world-famous chefs ran everywhere.
They attended to Jean like she was an empress dowager for half