hapter eighty-eight

"Mom." I reflexively turned my head to look back.

Mrs. Brown smiled kindly and asked me. "Are you tired? If you're tired, go to your room to rest. If you need anything, you can call the maid."

"I know, thank you, mom." I forced myself to smile brightly, to hide the anxiety in my heart.

I didn't understand why I felt that Mrs. Brown's expression was not very natural, the smile on her lips was not as bright as usual. I wondered if I did something wrong to make her unhappy?

Probably not, I guessed she was angry about something else. but I was still very worried, just afraid that I'm doing something wrong.

"I'll take good care of myself and the baby in my belly." I added.

As I spoke, I carefully observed Mrs. Brown's expression. Although she was still very friendly and always had a smile on her face as usual. Somehow I felt like she was not very happy.

Was it because I was thinking too much that I was hallucinating? There was no reason for Mrs. Brown to be unhappy with me. If she