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.

was already full, and she had a

put down the bowl. “Sorry, I really can’t eat anymore, I’m in a hurry to leave.”

give up, “Block her! She’s not leaving

Dashiell, you’re being unreasonable. Madam made this with love early in

Hanna was always keen on making Lizetta drink various concoctions

was pressed for time, and arguing would only delay her

pursed her lips, picked up the bowl, and

took special care in selecting the ingredients, make sure to eat them

stirred the stew and fished out something odd.

“What’s this?”

a mushroom, but it was clearly meat.

placenta, Mrs. Fiona went through a lot of trouble to get it. They say it’s more

Fresh placenta?

Wilma could finish, she rushed to the

throw up everything?! Wilma panicked.

darkened, signaling Wilma

empty, but the

up, and another bowl of stew

from me!” Lizetta pushed

crashed to

heal, don’t be ungrateful! I’ll bring this stew every day, and

mouth with a tissue, flinging it away with

the floor,