Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Beverley heaved a sigh of relief after hearing the doctor's reassessment, "That's great news. Should we get some medicine, just in case?"

The doctor shook his head, "She's in fine shape for a pregnant woman. What she needs isn't medication, but rest. Take her home and let her relax." Beverley couldn't help but grimace.

It dawned on her that Millie had made a mountain out of a molehill, causing unnecessary alarm.

Millie lay in the hospital bed, feeling a bit sheepish.

She had panicked over some indigestion and severe bellyaches, fearing the worst, only to find out at the hospital that it was nothing serious.

Beverley took a deep breath, deciding to bite her tongue for the sake of her future grandchild.

Upon entering the room, she couldn't resist issuing a warning, "You better keep it together and stop making a fuss over nothing- or else you know the consequences!"

Millie shrank back, barely whispering, "I understand."

With a stern look, Beverley stormed off.

After a busy period in the lab, Roseanne unexpectedly received a call from Ms. Payne.

Ms. Payne's usual lively tone, and curiously, why next week when she

the flowers, Madeleine Payne had insisted she keeps a spare key for convenience, stating she

visit proved the perfect

faint scent of herbal remedies greeted her. She was about to announce her arrival when the housekeeper, surprised exclaimed, "Roseanne? What brings you here today? Ms. Payne mentioned you'd

"Pauline, who is it?"

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slowly approached, leaning

why

bit guilty, her plan to delay

old issues, nothing serious. Just a flare-up of arthritis, I was at the hospital a few days ago. It'll

arthritis severe enough to require a cane be a minor issue that

dodge the concern, coughed

chat. I'm going to tidy up

hold back, rolling up Madeleine's trouser leg to reveal a significantly swollen

upset, "You said you saw a doctor. Which hospital? Who was

them about this 'not serious, will get better in a