The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer)

Durbaine night pearl, Konlange trapiche emerald, Nordhugel red beryl, Westhaven gold locket...

Every single item gifted by Twelve Supreme Kings would undoubtedly stir up a storm of chaos and bloodshed if they were released into the world.

But now, they were handing these things out like they were giving away baby formula and diapers, one after another.

Jennifer was not exposed, so she didn't know how precious these things truly were.

But Hannah and Geraldine were standing by the side, completely dumbfounded.

Is this the courtesy of Twelve Supreme Kings?

These gift are just too terrifying.

"That should be enough. If you give so many gifts now, what will you present when post-baby shower comes?"

Donald remarked from the side, prompting the supreme kings to finally stop taking things out.

Giving these things away actually pained them, but when they thought about it being presented to the new ruler, it didn't seem to matter anymore.

Jennifer frowned at Donald and said, "What are you saying, dear? Can't you be a bit nicer when someone comes with good intentions to present gifts?"

Donald touched his nose and fell silent.

These was such a trivial matter. Donald believed that if his son needed it, these supreme kings would move heaven and earth, even plucking the stars and the moon from the sky if they could. Twelve Supreme Kings also understood that Donald needed some time alone at this moment.

In addition, Donald had also assigned them a new task.

So they didn't stay for long. After delivering the gifts, they shared a few auspicious words and then departed.

The twelve kings came quickly, and they left just as swiftly.

It was only after they reappeared in the sight of others that the people from foreign organizations finally felt at ease.

No one knew where they had gone, but all they needed to know was that this time, Quadfield did not cause them any trouble. That was more than enough.

After Twelve Supreme Kings left, Donald asked Helena to tidy up everything and stayed for a while.

"Darling, you're still very weak. Please don't run around everywhere."

Jennifer gave Donald a look and said, "I simply moved from the second floor to the ground floor Where else did I go?"

"Since you're here now, let's discuss it. What should we name our child?"

Donald said with a smile, "Let's call him Thornton, as in thorns."

Upon hearing this name, Jennifer became displeased.

"Why do you name him thorns? This name carries a bad omen. No, it won't do."

With a serious expression, Donald said to Jennifer, "I hope our son will grow up to be a man who can stand tall and strong, capable of overcoming all obstacles."

Hearing Donald's explanation, Jennifer curled her lips in resignation and said, "Fine. Let's call him Thornton then. Just remember, if my son ever suffers or struggles in the future, it's because you didn't choose a good name for him."

Oh, boy. Women can be very unreasonable.

What does this child's future hardships have to do with me?

In the following days, Jennifer who needed to recuperate, so she spent her time under the watchful care of the medical team, undergoing postnatal recovery.

And so, quite naturally, all the matters of the company fell squarely on Donald's shoulders.

Under Jennifer's insistence, Donald lost his privilege to lounge around at home and had no choice but to dutifully go to work at the office.

Donald initially thought that his presence at the company was merely a formality. After all, he had been away for so long, and the company was still running smoothly.

However, when Donald arrived at the office, he discovered that things were not as simple as he had thought.

"Mr. Campbell, these are the business matters that the company urgently needs to address in the next two months. We need you to review them."

Donald could only feel a headache coming on as he watched Jane carry a huge pile of documents into his office.

"Are you sure all these matters require my attention? Haven't you been in the office all this time? Why don't you handle them yourself?"