
Episode 2: Akram Dominic's.
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The Dominic Company,
"Darling .. I am truly sorry for not being able to give you offspring, I love you so much but I may not be perfect so as to not be able to complete you ..."
Natalie Frox, who is often called Nat is a 30-year-old woman, she is someone who is obsessed with maintaining her career as a model, so many drugs that he consumed first made him finally unable to have children.
"Nat, it's okay, I'm marrying you not to have children, I'm marrying you because I've promised in my life that I'll take care of you ..." Akram Dominic is a 32-year-old businessman who is the top businessman in the world.
He married Natalie for about 3 years, but they still have no children until now.
Both of them just found out if Natalie did not have children because of the conditions she experienced.
Natalie was speechless hearing that, she hugged her husband and cried.
"Don't leave me dear, I love you so much, I have nothing in the world but you."
Akram who heard that could only return Natalie's embrace, he won her yet he was also worried about all this.
Surely his extended family will be wrathful, how it turns out his wife will not be able to issue the Smith family descendants again.
"Darling, I have to go, I have a rehearsal for the biggest fashion show in Paris next month ..you're the spirit of her work yeah dear ..." Natalie is now in the private room of her husband's company.
She came to him with a letter from the doctor stating that she would never be able to get pregnant.
But after that she must immediately go to her agency training ground to attend a fashion show next month.
"Nat, can't you stop modeling for me? who knows if you stop training hard wearing high heels there's still a chance you could have a child ..." Akram who was famous for being very arrogant and cruel was looking very soft in front of his wife.
Akram even persuaded Natalie to stop being a model who knows how Natalie could get pregnant.
"Darling ... being a model is my dream since childhood, I also have no chance to have children, I'm sorry but I will be late soon ..."
"I go first baby, I love you .." exclaimed Nat immediately.
Akram sighed seeing the report in his hand, he read it again and the contents remained the same if his wife really would not be able to get pregnant again.
"What would I do if I did this? I still have to have a successor! it's driving me crazy!" angrily Akram rubbed her hair rough.
"Courtesy ... Trings ... Tring!"
Suddenly there is a call that surprises Akram, after seeing the call is from his beloved grandmother.
Seru Akram immediately smiled, Akram really loves his Grandma.
"Tonight stay at Grandma's house huh, this one week Grandma misses you so much, may my dear granddaughter forget her Grandma."
Deanny's grouse called her dear granddaughter.
"Well, Grandma, tonight I will go home, I will bring Grandma's favorite food .." cried Akram very happy.
Being contacted by her Grandma really made Akram's mood return.
"Grandma wait, yes" exclaimed Deanny immediately turning off the call.
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At the same time ...
Anna had reached the Deanny residence, her eyes widened and even her bag had fallen to the floor.
How not, in this life, only the first time he saw a house as big and luxurious as this.
Not to mention his many servants who were already like lined up military members greeted them.
"Mom, is this Grandma's house? why so big?" anna widened her eyes and was still in shock.
Her completely plain face, her typical outfits from the village, Anna wore her Grandmother's old-fashioned dress, patterned in yellow flowers that made her white skin even brighter.
Although her appearance is fairly old-fashioned and very simple, but everyone who saw Anna will surely recognize the natural beauty of the village girl.
"Haha, of course this is Grandma's house, think of it as your own home huh Son.." reply Deanny immediately sat in a wheelchair because she was too tired in the car all day.
"Alright, Grandma, thank you for bringing Anna here .." exclaimed Anna still did not expect if she set foot into a magnificent palace like this.
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