Olivia lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling an overwhelming sense of unease.
Now, her only security was the child in her womb.
She gently placed her hand on her still-flat stomach, her eyes filled with a hint of bewilderment.
"You better be Thomas's child."
Thomas swallowed his anger as he went downstairs, determined that if the servants dared to show disrespect, he wouldn't tolerate it.
If worst comes to worst, he'd leave the Smith Family; he didn't believe that with his abilities and education, he couldn't provide a good life for his wife and child.
Carrying this resolve, he went downstairs with a stern face. Seeing his father and Helen Melendy still sitting in the living room having lunch, he coldly bypassed them and went straight to the kitchen, intending to instruct them to specially prepare a maternity meal for Olivia.
