Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap by Hannah Baker

“Don’t worry mommy, I’ll be obedient and waiting for you to come back. But please remember to tell me if you have any problems, don’t let me worry of you.”

Listening to the sensible words from her son, Dolores Flores felt so sad, not sure whether it was because of her weak body, it seemed like her mind also became not firm anymore.

She was so afraid, afraid of her son knowing her situation, and afraid of this matter couldn’t be resolved.

She was grabbing one of her fists and trying hard to restrain herself, so that her voice sounded normal, “Samuel, mommy still has something to do, I’ll hang up the phone first.”

“Okay…”

Dolores was not sure about whether Samuel Flores had finished his words or not, but she had already hung up the phone.

Coral served some dishes there, “Are you hungry already?”

Dolores had no appetite at all, there was a stone pressing on her heart, it was so heavy that made her heart pain.

She looked at Coral, “I’m not hungry…”

“How can it be if you don’t eat? Some more, your body is so weak.” Dolores hadn’t finished her words, but Coral already interrupted.

She was holding the bowl, sitting beside the bed and looking at Dolores seriously, “The young master had told me that I must take good care of you when he left, this is the food that young master had let someone send here. This is good for your health, you’re not alone now, even if you don’t think about yourself, don’t you have to think about the child in your belly?”

Coral didn’t know about the current situation of Dolores, she only knew that she was bedridden because she was pregnant and she had the symptoms of threatened miscarriage.

From her perspective, Dolores should be nursed nicely.

Nothing was more important than eating. She was thin already, what should the child in her belly feed on if she still didn’t want to eat?

“Worrying that you’ll have no appetite, all of the foods that young master let someone send here have light taste, you can have a try.” Coral pushed the bowl forward.

“I heard that the bird’s nests of this shop are all supplied directly from Malaysia. The domestically produced bird’s nests are heavily coated and bleached, they have no quality at all. Do you want to have some for the sake of yourself and the child in your belly?”

Hearing of Coral talking about bird’s nest, she thought of the word ‘saliva’. She had seen about the formation of bird’s nest, which was the saliva of swiftlet.

“Ugh…”

reflexes, she removed the blanket and wanted to get up from the bed. Coral was shocked, she put down the bowl and stopped her,

the washroom

acidic water, there was nothing inside her stomach but she felt so disgusted, the

on the back, her heart ached so much,

“Give me a

Coral put down the basin, but then she worried that Dolores might be disgusted again seeing it,

while looking at Coral

to the washroom to rinse the

mouth, her breath became fresher now and the feeling

said worriedly, “What

with the nurse and assistant. It was the time for ward round, the doctor walked beside

“No,” Dolores said.

the medical record,

nodded. When she gave birth to Samuel Flores and Simona Flores, the doctor had told her that she couldn’t

was also… quite

more your last pregnancy had caused damage to your uterus, so the inner wall of your uterus is thinner which is easy to cause miscarriage. If you want to keep this

explained about the situation to

know, I want to keep

the right

If you don’t experience any stomachache or bleeding problem, then you can go back home and rest, just

weak, you must eat more and keep yourself in good health, this will help to stabilize the fetal

interrupted, “Is there any antiemetic for her

to have pills, “Have frequent small meals and eat those foods with light taste. I’ll let my assistant send a recipe for

on the table, “This is quite light-tasted, but she still can’t

quite light and it is easy to be absorbed. Some more,

“Ughh…”

disgusted once she heard of eating the

She couldn’t control herself.

there, this time Dolores just retched, she didn’t really throw