"Are you throwing another hunger strike now that things didn't go as planned?"
Gilbert tried to keep his cool, "Are you coming down yourself, or should I come up and feed you?"
The tone in his voice was clearly one of anger.
Sherilyn's sleepiness faded almost completely as she sat up, clutching her phone, "I'll eat. I'm getting up now."
"Don't try to fool me. Whether you eat or not, Fidelia will let me know."
With that, the call ended.
Feeling scolded through the phone, Sherilyn sighed, put her phone down, and wrapped herself in a shawl before heading downstairs.
In the dining room, Fidelia had lunch ready.
"Ms. Gomez, you're in a special condition, so if there's anything particular you'd like to eat, just let me know."
Fidelia's smile was warm, "Mr. Johnson mentioned you're expecting, and asked if I'd be willing to stay on as a live-in. Naturally, I agreed."
With a generous salary, only two employers in the house, and despite Mr. Johnson being somewhat hard to please, as long as she took good care of Mrs. Johnson, there wouldn't be any problems.
Such a good job was hard to come by.
"Ms. Gomez, feel free to let me know if you need anything."
So, Gilbert's thoughtfulness had arrived on schedule, not missing this time either.
Sherilyn smiled, "Thank you, Fidelia."
"Take your time eating. I'll go start on the soup for tonight. It needs to simmer slowly..."
Fidelia's soups were indeed exceptional, and lately, with Sherilyn's appetite being what it was, they were a main source of her nutrition.
While Sherilyn was enjoying her soup, Abel walked in.
"Ms. Gomez."
Sherilyn looked puzzled, asking, "Is something wrong?"
"Well." Abel nodded, "Mr. Gilbert has instructed that you go to the TV station this afternoon, and I'll accompany you."
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