My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 145

Sienna had been visiting the Sullivan estate almost every single day.

Even the maids were gossiping behind her back, whispering that she treated the place like she already owned it.

She'd deliver soup in the morning, bring lunch at noon, chat with Victoria in the afternoon, and massage her medicinal ointment into her face at night.

Three trips a day, rain or shine. She was more punctual than an employee clocking in for a shift.

After a period of rigorous treatment, the swelling and redness from Victoria's heavy metal allergy had subsided slightly. Her face looked far less horrifying.

But the doctor had made it clear: it would take at least six months for a full recovery.

For a matriarch accustomed to shining at elite social galas, this was pure torture.

Because of this, Victoria's moods were volatile. Some days she was somewhat pleasant to Sienna, and other days she was brutally critical and cold.

Sienna endured every biting remark without a single complaint.

Because she could feel it—Victoria's attitude toward her was slowly thawing.

It proved that her relentless groveling was finally paying off.

...

That afternoon, Sienna arrived at the Sullivan mansion carrying a thermos.

She wore a loose, floral maternity dress and flat shoes. She looked modest and gentle, playing the role of the perfect, dutiful future wife to perfection.

"Welcome back, Sienna," the maid greeted her, noticeably more polite than before.

Sienna nodded and made her way straight to Victoria's bedroom.

"Mrs. Sullivan, I brought you some hearty chicken and vegetable soup. It's great for your digestion," Sienna said softly as she walked in.

"Set it down. I'll have it later."

"You should drink it while it's hot. It loses its flavor when it's cold," Sienna insisted, pouring a bowl and handing it to her.

Victoria took the bowl and took a delicate sip.

"It's good," she praised—a rare compliment.

Sienna's eyes lit up. "I'm so glad you like it. I'll make it for you again tomorrow."

"You don't need to cook every day. You'll exhaust yourself, and that's bad for the baby," Victoria said, her tone much softer.

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