The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 13

The unnatural look on Margot's face flashed by and was quickly replaced by a pile of innocent smiles as she hurriedly spoke to the housekeeper:

"Farrah, quick, get Clara a bowl of chicken noodle soup."

She turned to Clara and explained softly, "It's my fault, I forgot to ask earlier. Clara, have some soup, it'll make you feel better. This soup has some special herbal ingredients added; it's packed with nutrients and vitamins."

The housekeeper quickly brought over a small bowl of steaming soup and placed it by Clara's hand.

Clara glanced at it and felt her stomach churn.

When she was preparing for pregnancy, she had read every book she could find.

She had studied a thick notebook's worth of what to eat and what not to touch.

Certain herbal supplements were things pregnant women and those trying to conceive had to steer clear of.

She didn't know if Margot was truly ignorant or pretending to be, and she couldn't be bothered to figure it out.

In the past, she would have comforted herself by thinking Margot just didn't know any better.

Just like when Margot had once "accidentally" knocked over the soup Clara had spent all afternoon simmering, and Rhys had simply frowned and said, "Margot didn't mean to."

In reality, did the Johnson family really need her, a daughter-in-law, to cook?

It was just Veronica West intentionally ordering her around.

But for Rhys, she had endured it all.

She was the only fool.

Now that she didn't need to prepare for pregnancy anymore, she wasn't planning to indulge them any longer.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I've got plenty of energy. I don't need any supplements."

Veronica's face dropped, and she slammed her fork onto the table.

"Clara, what is that supposed to mean? Margot is being kind to you. What is this attitude?"

"Mom," Rhys interrupted in a low voice. "Eat."

It was hard to tell whose side he was on.

It sounded more like someone annoyed by the noise saying: Everyone shut up.

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