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.

but she was already full, and she had a

I really can’t eat anymore, I’m in a

She’s not

of Lizetta, “Mrs. Dashiell, you’re being unreasonable. Madam made this with love

making Lizetta

arguing would only delay

lips, picked up the

softened, “I took special care in selecting the ingredients,

stew and fished

“What’s this?”

wrinkly like a mushroom, but it was clearly meat.

went through a lot of trouble to get it. They say it’s more

Fresh placenta?

felt a wave of nausea, and before Wilma could finish,

did she throw up

face darkened, signaling Wilma to ladle another

vomited until she was empty, but the hausea persisted.

of stew

from me!” Lizetta pushed

bowl crashed to

“Lizetta, they say like cures like I’m trying to help you heal, don’t be ungrateful! I’ll bring this stew

tissue, flinging it away with

knocked to the floor,