Helen's words made Thomas's face slightly freeze.
"Edward, it's not you who's pregnant, you don't understand, every pregnant woman's tastes are different during pregnancy, but when I saw you so happy this morning, I couldn't bear to disappoint you, so I forced myself to eat, but I really couldn't take it."
She cried more and more sadly, "Now if I go downstairs, and feel nauseous at the table, they'll say I'm doing it on purpose again. Edward, I'm really having a hard time, boo hoo hoo~~~"
Thomas never expected it to be this situation. Watching Olivia cry so sadly, his guilt deepened, and he also harshly slapped himself mentally.
How could he still think his mother cared about him, cared about this child? He's really a fool.
"Alright, if you don't want to go down, then don't. What do you want to eat? I'll have them make it separately for you later."
Olivia nodded and mentioned a few dishes she loved, and Thomas went downstairs.
