It took Yvonne a few seconds to react to Old Jim's question. He must have checked her vitals when she'd been unconscious. Knowing that she could no longer keep it a secret from him, Yvonne decided to confess, albeit meekly. "Yes, I do."

"Then why did you choose to perform a surgery when you knew it would take hours and stand the entire time? Don't you know that pregnant women must prioritize their own health?" Old Jim's heart ached for his foolish granddaughter. At the same time, he was mad at her for not telling him that she was pregnant.

Yvonne pursed her lips in response. "This is my mission, after all. I can't just—"

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier? At least I could have looked after you and helped out, even just a little! The fact that you concealed your pregnancy from me means that you consider me nothing but an outsider to you!" The elderly man was so furious that he fixed a stern glare on Yvonne. "It seems that you refer to me as your grandfather just for fun. You never