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.

and she had a dance rehearsal soon. Eating too much would make it

bowl. “Sorry, I really can’t eat anymore, I’m in a hurry

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

front of Lizetta, “Mrs. Dashiell, you’re being unreasonable. Madam made this with love early in the moming,

always keen on making Lizetta drink various concoctions and stews, which

for time, and arguing

pursed her lips, picked up the bowl, and began to drink.

special care in selecting the

stew and fished out something

“What’s this?”

looked wrinkly like a mushroom, but it was clearly

of trouble to get it. They say it’s more

Fresh placenta?

before Wilma could finish, she rushed

throw

Wilma to

she was empty, but the hausea

another bowl of

Lizetta pushed if

to the floor,

I’m trying to help you heal, don’t be ungrateful! I’ll bring this stew every day, and you

with a tissue, flinging it away with a

was knocked to the floor, the stew spilling