Anyway, anyone could ask for funds as long as it didn't exceed $200,000.
Chen Zhao would get anxious if it exceeded this limit.
His office hadn't even been renovated yet.
You want some funds, I want some funds.
Five million seemed like a lot, but it couldn't be split among the wolves and tigers.
The Supernatural Organization didn't have many members, but there were many places where money was needed.
For example, the construction of the training ground would cost hundreds of thousands.
Chen Zhao and West had done an evaluation. They wanted to build a training ground for the members of the organization.
The initial estimate was $800,000. They didn't have money before.
Now that they had money, Chen Zhao wanted to build the training ground first.
Of course, if they requested for weapons or equipment, Chen Zhao could approve it.
When Chen Zhao returned home, he realized that Fali had been holding his phone and spacing out on the sofa.
Chen Zhao went up to hug her. "Fali, what are you thinking about?"
Fali sat there in silence, not saying a word.
Chen Zhao was confused. "Fali, what's wrong?"
After five minutes of silence, Fali finally spoke.
"Chen, I just received a call from Santa Maria Hospital," Fali said.
"San Francisco? Santa Maria Hospital? "Chen Zhao was confused.
"Call them yourself. It's someone called Dr. John."
Chen Zhao hesitated. San Francisco?
Gerlyn was the only person he knew.
Did something happen to Gerlyn?
If it was Gerlyn, it was no wonder that Fali would be so jealous.
"Hello, I'm Zhao.
Chen, are you Dr. John? "
"Hello, I'm Dr. John. Are you Ms. Gerlyn's ex-boyfriend?"
Chen Zhao hesitated and answered, "Yes."
"Ms. Gerlyn gave birth to a baby girl in our hospital on August 15th."
Chen Zhao was dumbfounded. His expression froze and he turned to look at Fali in shock.
Chen Zhao started calculating the time. He'd come to America on National Day last year.
Then, he'd slept with Gerlyn around October.
He and Gerlyn hadn't been in a relationship back then.
In fact, he and Gerlyn hadn't been in a relationship at all.
So, they'd been more careful in that aspect.
Gerlyn had taken birth control pills.
How did she have a child?
Alright, although it sounded a little unpleasant to think about.
But Chen Zhao couldn't help but wonder if the child was his.
"May I ask where Gerlyn is?"
"Miss Gerlyn is dead."
"Dead?"
Chen Zhao was dumbfounded again. Dead?
How did he die? She wouldn't die of dystocia in this era, right?
"Miss Gerlyn was shot when she was giving birth. Although we tried to resuscitate her, due to her heavy injuries, we only managed to save the baby."
Dr. John said, "Because Miss Gerlyn only registered that you're the father of the child, and she also left your contact information, the hospital can only call you. Of course, you're not legally obligated to adopt this child. If you refuse to adopt this child, we'll send the child to an orphanage."
"Wait a moment. I'll go to San Francisco tomorrow. Can we talk face to face then?"
"Alright."
After hanging up, Chen Zhao looked at Fali.
"Fali, I'm sorry … I …"
Fali suddenly pounced on him. "Chen, let's have a baby too?"
"Ah?"
"I want to have children with you too," Fali said.
He didn't know what a woman's mind was like.
But now he couldn't even say that he didn't want to have a child so early.
Actually, Chen Zhao hadn't planned on having a child so early.
He wanted to be carefree for a few more years.
But now, another woman had given birth to a child for him. What could he say?
"I'll go to San Francisco tomorrow," Chen Zhao said.
"Okay, bring her back," Fali said.
Early in the morning, Chen Zhao went straight to the airport.
Chen Zhao's emotions were very complicated.
Joy? Nervousness? Doubt?
A woman sitting beside Chen Zhao saw that Chen Zhao was sweating profusely and in a daze.
"Sir, are you not feeling well?"
"Huh? I'm fine. "Chen Zhao came back to his senses." I'm fine. "
The woman looked at Chen Zhao's nervous expression. Is he a terrorist?
Okay, the woman was thinking too much.
The plane landed safely. Chen Zhao was nervous and hesitant, but he didn't do anything extreme on the plane.
"Sir, the exit is over there." The woman followed Chen Zhao and realized that he didn't know the way.
"Oh, thank you …"
The woman followed Chen Zhao. Seeing that Chen Zhao was still in a daze, she almost walked onto the road and got hit by a car.
A moment later, the woman parked her car at the airport and saw that Chen Zhao was still waiting by the roadside.
"Sir, where are you going? Do you need a ride? "
"Is it convenient?"
"As long as you don't need me to drive you to the suburbs."
"St. Mary Hospital."
"Okay, come up." The woman looked at the nervous Chen Zhao. "Are you sick?"
"No, I just suddenly found out that I have a daughter," Chen Zhao answered.
"Your wife?"
"No, ex-girlfriend."
"Okay."
At the entrance of the hospital, Chen Zhao looked back at the woman in the car. "Thank you. May I know your name?"
"Maria."
"I'm Chen. Oh, I also know someone called Maria, but you're not like her at all. Goodbye."
Chen Zhao entered the hospital and found Dr. John.
"Hello, Dr. John. Can I see my daughter?"
"You need to do a blood type comparison first. If you're not the father, we can't give the child to you."
America's protection of children had reached a very strict level.
Anything that was related to children would become complicated.
Of course, the blood type comparison came out very quickly.
Dr. John held a blood test report. "Mr. Chen, after matching the blood types and a paternity test, we've confirmed that you're the biological father."
Chen Zhao was dumbfounded. It really was his own child.
He'd actually become a father?
"Mr. Chen, do you want to adopt the child?"
"Of course, of course." Chen Zhao nodded.
"Our hospital will help you get a certificate. We'll also help you contact an adoption agency. May I know what your job is?"
"I'm a professor at UCLA."
A good job would definitely make the adoption process smoother.
"Okay." Dr. John nodded.
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