Chapter 10 A Grandmother's Dream

Mrs. Bartholomew Pov

At the parlor, I settled into a chair, a sense of contentment enveloping me as I reflected on my daughter's recent marriage. Recollections of the trials and tribulations that had beset the union flooded my mind, making the present joy all the more profound. I reminisced about the challenges they had overcome, from misunderstandings to external pressures, each obstacle strengthening their bond. The journey towards this moment had been arduous, filled with moments of doubt and worry, yet here they were, united in love and commitment.

"The union has finally come to fruition,"I mused aloud, a smile gracing my lips. Just then, the nanny emerged from the kitchen, bearing a tray laden with a delectable breakfast. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of warm pastries, creating a comforting atmosphere. "Your meal is prepared, my lord,"she announced respectfully, her demeanor reflecting years of dedicated service. I thanked her warmly, appreciating the effort she put into every dish she prepared.

Inquiring about the morning fare, I was informed of a simple yet satisfying dish of fried eggs and bread. The simplicity of the meal reminded me of childhood breakfasts, where my mother would cook similar dishes with love and care. Instructing her to set the table, I couldn't help but express my elation at my daughter's newfound marital bliss. The thought of her happiness brought a sense of fulfillment that words could hardly capture.

"The prospect of a grandson brings me immense anticipation,"I remarked wistfully. "An heir to the family legacy,"I added, pondering the significance of future generations. Imagining a young child running around the estate, learning the values and traditions passed down through generations, filled me with hope for the future. Memories of past struggles resurfaced, causing tears to well up in my eyes as I recalled the hardships endured in the quest for a child after Benedict. Each trial had been a test of faith and perseverance, shaping us into the resilient family we were today. The journey was long and challenging, but the destination was worth every moment of struggle.

At the hospital, I gazed intently at the doctor's countenance, awaiting his next course of action."Mrs. Bartholomew, another IVF is necessary,"the doctor pronounced."But, doctor, my husband and I have already undergone IVF three times,"I protested."I am aware of that,"he acknowledged."It remains the most prudent solution,"he reiterated.Leaving the hospital, a cloud of sorrow and apprehension enveloped me.Upon arriving home, my daughter greeted me with unbridled joy, as my frequent absences had made my presence a rare delight for her."Where is my husband?"I inquired."He has gone to visit Mr. Rogers,"the nanny responded.Later that night, I endeavored to relay the doctor's verdict to him."The doctor has advised another IVF "I informed him."Another IVF ?"he queried."He deems it the optimal course of action,"I emphasized."If we aspire for our progeny to inherit the vast wealth we have amassed, a son is imperative,"I asserted.

My spouse and I visited the physician for a procedure known as IVF. However, the outcome proved to be unsuccessful. Several months later, I began experiencing discomfort in my abdominal region. While on a business trip at the time, I opted to seek medical attention at a nearby hospital. Following a series of examinations, I was instructed to return a week later for the test results. As the week elapsed, I presented myself to the nurse's quarters.

Seated in her office, she inquired, "Mrs. Bartholomew, when was the last instance of your menstrual cycle?"

"Oh, my goodness, it has been approximately two months now,"I responded. "I was so preoccupied that I failed to recollect."

"Doctor, how does that relate to the abdominal pains?"I queried.

"The test findings reveal that you are two months pregnant,"she disclosed.

My elation knew no bounds; after a seven-year wait, I had conceived without the need for IVF.

"However, ma'am, you must remain in China for further medical evaluations as your blood pressure is elevated,"she advised.

"That indicates you have been contemplating,"she remarked.

During the extensive period of my pregnancy, which was a time filled with anticipation and excitement, I found myself residing in the vibrant country of China. The news of expecting a child brought immense joy not only to me but also to my husband, whose elation and happiness knew no bounds. Together, we made a conscious decision to keep this delightful news a secret from our family and friends, savoring the special bond that it created between us.

Following the birth of our precious child, we made the heartfelt decision to relocate back to our homeland in England, where we could introduce our little one to our roots and heritage. The naming ceremony, a significant event that marked the beginning of our child's journey in this world, was a moment filled with immense joy and love. We carefully chose a name that not only sounded beautiful but also carried a deep meaning that resonated with our hopes and dreams for our child's future.

As we gathered with our loved ones to celebrate this special occasion, the air was filled with happiness and warmth, creating memories that would be cherished for a lifetime. The support and love we received from our family and friends during this time made the experience even more special and unforgettable. Looking back, the journey from pregnancy in China to the naming ceremony in England was a whirlwind of emotions and experiences that shaped our lives in the most beautiful way.

We christened our beloved son Albert, a name that exuded elegance and sophistication. As Albert continued to grow at a remarkable pace, my husband and I decided to mark his second birthday with a celebration befitting his joyful presence in our lives. The preparations for his special day began in earnest, with a plethora of gifts meticulously selected to delight our guests. I went above and beyond by personally sending out birthday cards to my dear friends and cherished family members, ensuring that everyone felt included in the festivities.

One day, a call from our trusted fashion designer, whom I affectionately referred to as "Mrs. Cooker,"alerted me to the completion of Albert's bespoke birthday outfit. Entrusting her with Albert's care, I hurried to collect his attire, grateful for her attention to detail. Since Albert's arrival, he had become the very heart of our home, filling each day with boundless joy that surpassed even my love for Benedict.

Returning home late one evening, a sense of dread washed over me as I discovered our gatekeeper bound and pleading for release. Hastily untying him, I was alarmed to find Mrs. Cooker in a similar predicament in the living room. Fear gripped me as I rushed to check on Albert, only to find Benedict restrained upstairs, adding to the growing sense of unease that enveloped our home.

After freeing Benedict and Mrs. Cooker, we launched a frantic search for Albert, following a lead from the nanny. Releasing the gatekeeper, we combed the surrounding area in desperation. Contacting the authorities, the police arrived swiftly to assist in the search. The nanny recounted a chilling tale of a mysterious figure in black who had abducted Albert, sending shivers down our spines as we grappled with the horrifying reality of the situation.

Despite exhaustive efforts, Albert remained elusive until the police made a grim discovery of his lifeless body in the bathroom. The sight of our precious son lying motionless evoked a gut-wrenching cry from the depths of my soul, the weight of the tragedy settling heavily upon us, shattering the peace of our once-happy home.