Family on Their Knees Heart Turned to Ice novel Chapter 315

Martin wanted to object but didn't want to argue. He figured it was just a temporary change, so it wouldn't hurt.

"Alright," he agreed.

With that, he went and sat down across from Lillian.

Sabrina's face was extremely dark. As soon as she sat down, she clutched her stomach and complained of discomfort. "Martin, I think my stomach hurts a little. I think I'll skip dinner and go upstairs to rest."

Martin wouldn't hear of it. He immediately rushed to her side. "What's wrong? Where's the doctor? Isn't there a doctor in the house? Get the doctor over here, quickly."

Within two minutes, the doctor arrived and examined Sabrina. "Ma'am, it's nothing to worry about. Are you feeling a bit stressed? Just relax, take a few deep breaths with me, and you'll be fine."

Sabrina was bewildered.

She was pregnant and complaining of stomach pain. Was he not taking her seriously?

And this doctor, what was his deal? Was he actually competent?

What Sabrina didn't know was that this doctor had been recommended by the Blake family.

The elder Blakes had always been very attentive to Lillian. Even for a doctor staying at the house to care for her, they didn't want someone incompetent.

Old Mr. Blake had recommended him, and Martin had paid to hire him.

So now, the doctor Lillian hadn't even needed yet was first used on Sabrina, and his diagnosis that she was fine made Martin very happy.

In his happiness, he naturally failed to notice the displeasure on Sabrina's face.

She perfunctorily took deep breaths with the doctor. There was nothing physically wrong with her; she had just been looking for an excuse to go back to her room, wanting to avoid eating with Lillian.

As soon as Lillian returned, her daughter's room was taken, and now her seat at the dinner table was gone. She felt her status had fallen even lower than before she was married.

She was now the legal mistress of the house, yet she was being constrained at every turn.

With Lillian living here, she knew there would be no peace for her.

The thought was utterly vexing.

After Sabrina was declared fine, the maids began to serve dinner. Sabrina had a poor appetite and barely ate a few bites.

But Lillian's appetite was quite good.

She had been eating bland, nutritious meals for some time. Now that she was back, the family's long-time chefs had prepared dishes according to her preferences.

There were even a few dishes that had been her grandmother's specialties, which she had taught to the kitchen staff. They had made them for her tonight.

Therefore, Dr. Smith had advised her to eat as much as she could, as long as she could stomach it, to keep her nutrition up.

Lillian was an obedient patient; if she could eat, she ate more.

Sabrina remarked, "Lillian seems to have a good appetite. She doesn't look sick at all."

The three Mercer men had long known about Lillian's illness, authoritatively confirmed by the elder Blakes, so they had accepted it wholeheartedly.

Sabrina had intended to plant a seed of doubt in Martin's mind, to make him think Lillian was faking it to gain sympathy. But with Old Mr. Blake's word backing it up, Martin's conviction was hard to shake.

Lillian understood the implication of the comment. She didn't argue with Sabrina, just looked up, smiled faintly, and continued eating.

There were some things she didn't need to explain.

Brandon spoke up. "Ms. Ward, Lillian has only looked better these past couple of days. A while ago when I saw her, she was gaunt and pale. It was worrying to see.

It's a good thing that she's feeling better now and can eat this much."

Just as he finished speaking, Bella returned from outside.

"You've already started eating. Looks like I'm late. I rushed back from the restaurant with a couple of extra dishes for Lillian, but I guess I didn't make it in time."