Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 351

Lizetta descended the stairs, where the maid had prepared breakfast

She took a sip of milk and asked, “Is Granny not home?”

“Two years ago, Mrs Fiona went to St. Mary’s Chapel to pray for you and Mr. Dashiell’s happiness and for you to have a child soon. Now that you and Mr. Dashiell have reconciled, and you are expecting, Mrs. Fiona went early this morning with Tina to fulfill her vow. The cherry blossoms at St. Mary’s are about to bloom, and she plans to stay in the hills for a few days”

Lizetta’s grin on her cup tightened.

It seemed Fiona would be celebrating too soon.

After breakfast as Lizetta was about to leave, Hanna came in with Wilma.

“Liz, I made you a stew. Have it while it’s hot

At Hanna’s signal, Wilma opened the thermos she had brought, ladled out a bowl of stew, and placed it in front of Lizetta.

Lizetta looked up, “I’m full already.”

Hanna frowned, “It’s just a bowl of stew, you can eat it You’re pregnant now, you can’t keep a tiny stomach to maintain your figure like before! Drink up.”

Hanna pushed the bowl of stew into Lizetta’s hands, urging her

The stew, filled with meat egg, vegetables, and beans, didn’t look appetizing, and it tasted off.

Lizetta knew Hanna meant well for her unborn baby.

poisoned, but she was already full, and she had a dance rehearsal soon. Eating

I really can’t eat anymore, I’m in a hurry to

wouldn’t give up, “Block her! She’s not leaving until she drinks this stew

“Mrs. Dashiell, you’re being unreasonable. Madam made this with love early in the moming, how can you dismiss her

Remington was abroad, Hanna was always keen on making Lizetta drink

and arguing would only

pursed her lips, picked up the bowl, and

special care in selecting the ingredients,

stirred the stew and

“What’s this?”

like a mushroom,

through a lot of trouble to get it. They say it’s more effective when fresh”

Fresh placenta?

wave of nausea, and before Wilma could

why did she throw up everything?! Wilma panicked.

face darkened, signaling Wilma to ladle another bowl.

vomited until she was empty, but the hausea

stood up, and another bowl of

Lizetta pushed if away forcefully.

to the floor,

heal, don’t be ungrateful! I’ll bring

a tissue, flinging it

the floor, the stew