Chapter 1374

Mrs. Hunt came over after washing the fruits, placing them on the coffee table. She’d heard some of
their conversation earlier, so she commented, “We should indeed go back and visit your grandma’s
grave. After all, custom dictates that an elder should be informed in the event of any marriage or
pregnancy in the family.” Since she’d said as much, they all made arrangements to go back on the next
day with Logan driving. They would be visiting Lola’s grandmother’s grave.

After eating some fruits, Lola went to bed. Perhaps it was because they’d talked quite a bit about
pregnancy dreams that she had a dream that night as well. She dreamed of a child standing before her
though she couldn’t discern whether it was a boy or girl. A tad dazed, she stared at the little figure
intently. The child was rather short, appearing very much adorable despite the blurred countenance as
he or she was holding an apple in one hand.

She took a few steps toward the child before crouching, but she still couldn’t see his or her face from
such a near distance. The child merely stood there without advancing or retreating, so she then
reached out and pulled the child into her embrace after a moment’s contemplation. A while later, the
child took a bite out of the apple in his or her hand. The bite wasn’t loud albeit crisp, but still, it jolted
her awake.

Shuddering, Lola’s first reaction was to look down into her arms, but it was merely a dream. Her arms
were empty, and she was still in Logan’s embrace. She took a deep breath, wondering if this was
considered a pregnancy dream. Then, she caressed her stomach, feeling a tad regretful that she
couldn’t discern whether the child was a boy or a girl in the end. After a while, she again closed her
eyes.

When she woke up the next morning, the dream was still vivid in her mind. Going into the washroom
with Logan, she told him about the dream as she washed her face and brushed her teeth. There wasn’t



much to say since the dream was brief, but it was significant.

Beaming, Logan placed a hand on her stomach. “Didn’t you see whether the child was wearing a skirt
or pants?”

Lola shook her head. “I didn’t notice at that time.” In the dream, she only strived to discern the child’s
countenance, so perhaps she’d seen the dressing but forgotten it. Anyhow, she couldn’t really say for
sure.

When they’d washed up, they went up to Mr. and Mrs. Hunt’s place for breakfast. The Hunt couple had
already prepared breakfast and even gotten ready, saying that they could all set out together after
eating. At the breakfast table, Lola again related her dream last night, whereupon Mrs. Hunt chuckled.
“Perhaps we’d spoken too much of this yesterday that it affected you subconsciously.” Having the same
opinion, Lola nodded.

After breakfast, they then departed with Logan driving them all to the Hunts’ hometown. Since many
were in the car, the journey was filled with chatter and laughter before they arrived in a seemingly short
time.

When the car drove into the village, someone by the road caught sight of it and hollered, “Mr. Hunt and
his family are back!”

Reclining against her seat, Lola lamented, “The two of you are really popular.”

“We’re not at all popular,” Mrs. Hunt refuted. “It’s the grandeur of your wedding ceremony that
chastened them.”



Lola was too tired that day, so she didn’t bother to clock the villagers’ states. However, they’d probably
been chastened since she herself was shocked by the munificence of the Jeffersons.

When the car came to a stop before their old house, the surrounding neighbors all came out and
gathered around. “Why did you come back?”

“We came back to visit my mother’s grave,” Mr. Hunt answered. At this, the neighbors were all smiles,
their attitudes a far cry from before.

The road was level, but still, Logan helped Lola into the courtyard. The house had been unoccupied for
a long time, so a musty smell lingered in the air. Going into the room, Logan removed the dust cover
from the bed and had her rest for a while since he’d noticed her changing positions incessantly
throughout the three-hour-or-so drive here. Even a hale and hearty person will be weary after sitting in
the car for three hours, what’s more a pregnant woman like her now.

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