"Mr. Murray, you've arrived!" Robert opened his mouth carefully, a hypocritical smile lingering on his face, and Luna threw a towel at him."Please, dry your face and then speak to Mr. Murray decently."Robert was somewhat dissatisfied with Luna's attitude. After all, he was still Nicholas Murray's father-in-law, right? So, how could a mere secretary be so rude to him? He grabbed the towel and wiped his face carelessly."Mr. Murray, about this... Where's Clarice? Why haven't I seen her?""This is the question Mr. Murray wanted to ask you." Luna replied. "With such a good method, on one hand, you're persuading Mr. Cassano, and on the other hand, you're fishing for other men.""What... Other men?" After hearing this, Robert's heart tightened. In the afternoon, when Luna found him, she asked if he knew that Clarice had connections with other men. However, he was completely buried in the gambling table, so how would he know about Clarice's situation? Now,

"What? Wait, what did you just say? A child? Is she pregnant?" Gretta was the first to react and shouted at him."Mom, it's not important. Anyway, you don't want her as a daughter-in-law anymore, so why care about the child in her belly?" Edward said casually."Kid, stop right there!" Filippo regained his senses at this moment and shouted loudly. "Are you telling the truth? Is she pregnant?""If you don't believe me, you can call a doctor or do a test." Edward replied, shrugging. His father, Filippo, was shocked and surprised to hear this."But how is that possible? Didn't the doctor say you could never have a child?""Yes, he did, but the truth is, am I not in front of you now? So, do you want this grandchild or not? I'll send her away tomorrow if you don't want it." Edward began to threaten them."Yes, of course we want it." Gretta was afraid he would send her away, so she quickly replied. While she spoke, she even pushed Filippo a bit, allowing him t

"Lady Gretta, I'm sorry, but the reason I'm not eating is not because of the chef, but because of me. I haven't been feeling well lately, so I end up getting very nauseous, and that's why I can't eat anything.""What do you mean you can't eat anything? You have to remember that you're not eating for yourself, but for the child in your belly, so I'll ask the chef to use less sunflower oil next time.""Madame, there's no need, really..." When Clarice said this, she felt nauseous, so she immediately covered her mouth and felt the vomit coming back, and Edward, who was beside her, immediately helped her up and led her to the bathroom.Gretta watched as they left, her heart full of concern."Why is she having such a strong reaction? If she doesn't eat, she'll end up malnourished! And it will be dangerous for her child!""Woman, just take her to the hospital in the afternoon for a maternity check-up, and tell Beatrice to find the best nutritionist in tow

When Olivia suddenly heard this news, she felt angry and jealous at the same time. The second son of the family had a grandson before her? After thinking for a moment, she laughed."So, she got pregnant before the wedding?" Olivia asked. "I'm not saying that's a problem, but you being happy about it is a bit strange. If anyone overhears that your nephew's wife isn't strict in teaching, that wouldn't be good." After saying this, she turned to look at Clarice, only to realize that she always had her head bowed, seeming weak and timid, lacking the presence of a lady from a noble family. "Speaking of upbringing, which family does your daughter-in-law belong to? If I'm not mistaken, her name is Savas, right? Does our city have a sect with the surname Savas?" When she said these words, the satisfied look on Gretta's face instantly disappeared, and her expression darkened.When no one answered that question, the atmosphere suddenly turned cold, and Edward wanted to speak up to refute some wo

His touch made Clarice's face instantly turn red. She took a step to the side, trying to distance herself from him, but the sharp pain in her feet made her inhale a cold breath; she dared not move. They stood in front of the sink, and if he didn't leave, she wouldn't be able to escape. Fortunately, the servant didn't take long to return with a chair."Madame, please, sit here so I can take off your shoe," said the servant, helping her to sit and crouching in front of her. Nicholas, standing beside her, realizing he had nothing to do, prepared to leave when the servant called him."Mr. President, could you assist Madame Savas? Her feet are burnt and swollen, and it will be difficult for her to take off her shoes. I'm afraid of hurting her if you move randomly.""No... No need, I won't move," Clarice refused without hesitation."No need?" Nicholas originally didn't want to help, but Clarice's immediate refusal made him unhappy. His eyebrows raised as he spoke to the servant, "Bento, ple