Vincent is pacing back and forth. James and Pitt were dizzying, staring at him, doing that for half an hour now.

  "Hailee isn't laboring yet. Would you settle down for once?"

  Vincent ignored Pitt, but only he was concerned with his phone, glancing at it every passing minute. At last, he receives a text message from Sheena.

  Sheena shared everything they have talked about with Hailee, including why she is anxious for Vincent to see her in that state.

  Vincent slowly pushed the bedroom door open and walked with light steps toward the bed. Immediately, his heart twisted seeing the medical machines on the side.

  Vincent's gaze softened, looking at Hailee's hands punctured with needles. The fists on his sides dug into his palm, watching his wife in a pitiful state.

  "Wifey…"

  Hailee smiled timidly. Her eyes were red, evidence that she had been crying. Although his white shirt was around her body, she left it all unbuttoned, exposing her two-piece undergarments—the reason she didn't want the men to come into her bedroom.

  "I can't breathe…" said Hailee coquettishly.

  Vincent gently sat down on the bed. He wanted to hug her, but as Hailee had said, she had difficulty breathing. He stretched his long arm to brush Hailee's hair; then, he leaned over to kiss her forehead.

  "How are you?"

  "I'm sorry…." Instead of replying to Vincent's query, Hailee apologized.

  Finally, she was enlightened not to take everything to herself. She was used to leaning on the boys and choosing not to bother her dad. So he was always the last person to know she was in great trouble or pain and sadness.

  "We promised to be honest with each other," Hailee added, engulfed in guilt.

  "Wifey, you don't have to apologize. Taking care of you is not just my responsibility. I want to be the first person who shares your happiness and your pain, sadness, and all your troubles. We didn't tie the knot for you to keep it yourself. But for us to work on everything and anything together, husband and wife……"

  Hailee cried. She threw her arms around Vincent's waist and buried her face into his sturdy chest. She breathes his scent as it comforts her.

  "I missed you so much, hubby…." Now that she is married, the first person she should share her troubles with is her husband.

  Vincent chuckled upon hearing his wife's sweet confession. They were just separate for hours, but Hailee sounded like he was away for a month.

  "I missed you so much, too. I can't focus on work because all I am thinking about is you."

  Vincent has also been honest about his feelings. Since he met Hailee again and had a chance to be with her, he found himself honest about what he really felt.

  As he is growing up, he learns to conceal his emotions but does what is best for everyone, as to how his mom is too stern.

  "Hubby, I didn't mean to hide it from you. It's just that…."

  "Shh… You don't have to think about this matter anymore. Okay?"

  "Okay…" Hailee nodded. Her head remains resting on Vincent's chest.

  "Can you promise me?"

  Hailee parted from Vincent to search for his face. She lifted her chin and then looked at his eyes while saying, "I promised."

  "Thank you, Wifey. I would only be at peace when you stop worrying about the company and me working with them. All I want is to see you happy and enjoy your days. Let me work hard for our family."

  Hailee nodded. When Vincent lowered his face and brushed his lips over hers, she opened her mouth.

  "I trusted you, hubby," Hailee muttered between the kisses.

  Vincent controls himself not to tighten his embrace as he deepens the kiss. He is the first one to stop; he might lose control.

  Gladly, his mom knocked on the door. It helps him snap on himself.

  "Hailee?" Hilda peeked in the doorway. "I will make some porridge with chicken. Do you like other dishes? I will ask your dietician and nutritionist to prepare them."

  Hailee glanced at Vincent before she responded to her mom-in-law.

  "Mom, can you prepare a beef stew? Also, a buttered baked tuna with a lot of garlic potatoes. And…"

  Hailee fell in thoughts to remember the dishes she loved when she traveled Asia, particularly in P Country.

  "Can I also have noodle soup dumplings?"

  Hilda pondered for a moment, then she nodded. "Alright. I will head downstairs and borrow the kitchen."

  "Thank you, mom!"

  "You're welcome." Hilda gently shut the door.

  Hailee fluttered her eyelashes when Vincent gave her an obvious gaze. "Hmm?"

  "Those are actually my faves," said Vincent.

  "I know."

  Vincent's brows rose upward. He chuckled and shook his head. "Alright."

  "I wanted to have a meal with you."

  "I want to, too…." Vincent lowered his chin and kissed Hailee on the hair. "I love you, Wifey…."

  "I love you too, hubby," Hailee responded lovingly. Vincent kisses her once again, too passionately this time.

  After the kiss, Hailee cupped Vincent's face and scrutinized him like she memorized every detail of his facial features.

  "Can I borrow your phone?" she asked him. Vincent was hesitant to give his phone, and so Hailee explained. "I have something to tell Pitt."

  Since they confiscated all her gadgets, she had to borrow one, but only she would allow them if it was a valid reason.

  "Okay." Vincent pulled out his phone from the back pocket of his pants. He handed it to Hailee.

  He watched her type speedily on his phone. It took less than a minute, and she handed back his phone.

  Hailee rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. He heard her breathing gradually stable. Last night, she kept waking up going to the toilet. Now, she finally falls asleep.

  Vincent had a chance to check the message Hailee sent to Pitt. It says,

  "Pitt, tell all the knights… Everyone must assist Vincent with whatever plans he had to make. All of you must obey him."

  It was a decree.

  Pitt immediately posted the message to the secret group chat that only Hailee's knights are the members.

  In just mere seconds, all the knights from every part of the world read the message.

  Samuel Miller leisurely sipped on his wineglass inside the private room given to him by the Jackson family, where he had his peaceful meals and held his meetings during his stay in Australia.

  "Mr. Miller, sir, our men had spotted. Several of the international knights had arrived in Australia. It looks like the princess has moved…."

  Samuel Miller curled his mouth as his gaze darted to the door.

  "No… It was Vincent Shen."

  "What?" The assistant turned around and was startled to see the person walking toward them. "Who allowed you to enter this room!?"

  Tension escalates all of a sudden when Vincent steps inside the private room.