Crowned by the Man They Feared (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 713

Maxwell was still shaken.

Whenever he sprawled on the couch with his phone, he was the most absentminded person alive. What if he suddenly jerked upright or accidentally slammed an elbow into his sister's stomach? If that happened, he would become the greatest sinner in both the Nygard and Curran families.

Amelia was speechless.

Was it really that serious?

"Oh, come on. You two don't have to be this jumpy. Relax. Seriously, relax."

She patted the empty spot beside her, trying to ease the tension with a light tone. "It's not like I'm carrying a glass doll in there. I'm not that fragile.

"Besides, I've only just gotten pregnant. This is exactly when I'm supposed to keep moving around a little. You can't seriously treat me like some empress dowager."

That was what she said, but looking at Maxwell standing there like he was facing a national emergency, she could not help wanting to laugh.

He had shot to his feet so fast just now, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Even now, he still looked rattled, eyes wide and round, as if she had not been about to sit down but about to set off a bomb.

Marcelo immediately backed him up. "Maxwell's right. Better safe than sorry. You're our top priority now. Any possible risk has to be eliminated."

Amelia let out a helpless sigh. These two brothers were more dramatic than ever.

"It's really not that serious. I feel basically no different from a normal person. I..."

She broke off mid-sentence as nausea surged again. The next second, she gagged.

She quickly grabbed the trash can beside her. "Ugh..."

Then she started throwing up.

At this point, she was used to it. She threw up every day.

The family knew her pregnancy symptoms had been rough lately, so they had prepared more trash cans than anyone could count and placed them all over the house for her convenience.

"Okay, yes, I throw up once in a while, but I really don't think it's that big a deal. You guys..."

Amelia wiped the corner of her mouth, trying to calm her brothers down.

As expected, before she could finish, both of them were already panicking.

"Oh my God, it's still this bad? What do we do? How long can she keep throwing up like this?"

"So women really do have it this hard when they're pregnant? It's all Jeremy's fault. That little punk is putting our sister through this. He should be the one carrying the baby!"

"M-maybe we should go visit Dad's grave," he managed. "Light a candle, say a prayer. Ask him to look out for her up there."

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