The landlady invited Eulalia in to sit on the sofa and poured her a glass of lemon water, which she placed on the coffee table."How have you been feeling these last few days? Are you uncomfortable?""Just a lack of appetite and a bit nauseous, other than that, I'm okay.""That's a normal reaction, but if you feel really bad, you should go see a doctor. When I was pregnant with my son, I also had no appetite for anything. My husband spent his days figuring out what to eat and took me out to distract me; it made me feel better. Oh, when I didn't feel like eating, I liked sour things, like lemon slices. Try this and see," she suggested, handing over the drink.Eulalia, touched and envious of the proprietor's words, admired the care she received from her husband and his consideration for her and their child. She tasted the lemon water, finding it pleasantly sweet and sour, and nodded, "It's delicious.""That's good, I enjoyed drinking it when I was pregnant too, but you can't drink too m

“If you can’t afford it, then I’ll have to look elsewhere,” Eulalia said as she had meticulously observed the jewelry store’s decor upon entering. It was unlikely they couldn’t come up with a million. “This necklace, nearly worth a million, I’m sure there are other stores that can pay for it, like the jewelry just around the corner.” What Eulalia was saying was Mr. Louis’s competitor. Hearing this, he was about to say something when Eulalia suddenly stood up. “Not to mention, using this necklace as a centerpiece could attract many customers, or even selling it in the city for millions would net you a huge profit. As Eulalia spoke, she casually walked towards the exit, her nonchalant demeanor making Mr. Louis even more anxious, sweat beading on his forehead. “Ms. Clearwater, pleas

“Meow~”The eight-month-old Ragdoll cat had grown to weigh about 10 kilograms. Ms. Hayak had kept its fur spotless, and those blue eyes looked super well-behaved when staring at someone.Ragdoll cats are really friendly with people. Even faced with Percival, who always looks gloomy, the cat would still come over and rub her head against him, leaving her hair all over him before sauntering away leisurely.Right now, Percival was scrolling through photos of Eulalia on his phone, and the Ragdoll cat came over to peek, jumped onto the back of the sofa, and pawed at Percival’s shoulder.Percival, who once hated pets and wouldn’t even touch them, now didn’t mind at all being stepped on by the cat. He reached out to rub the cat’s head and then turned around, hugged the cat into his arms, and pointed at Eulalia’s photo on the phone, saying, “Soon, your mom will be back.”The Ragdoll cat nuzzled the phone and gave a soft meow.---“Eulalia, stop right there!”Eulalia didn’t dare to stop. She r

There's this saying, right? If someone truly loves you, you can't get away, unless they let you go.So, did Percival not letting her go mean he really loved her? Could love involve hurting her? Could love look at her with such cruel eyes? Could love want to kill their child?Her eyes swelled with tears because of the stress, tears streaming down her face.Percival watched her tear-stained face expressionlessly, his grip unyielding until a bodyguard injected Eulalia in the wrist. Only then did he relax a bit.Soon after the injection, Eulalia’s consciousness blurred, her limbs numbed, and she couldn’t even shout for help. Keeping her eyes open was all the strength she could muster.Percival scooped up the limp Eulalia, then instructed the bodyguard to tidy up the room inside.Eulalia's tears flowed helplessly, her voice trembling, "Let me go, Percival, please let me go..." Her voice was faint, squeezed out as if from her throat, barely audible.Her weak voice was so low, Percival almos

This scenario felt eerily familiar. Years ago, when Evadne was in a car accident, Eulalia had offered to donate blood, saying something very similar. “Do you really have to make demands at a time like this?” Percival’s expression suddenly turned cold and hard. Evadne met his icy gaze, swallowing involuntarily. She was fed up with feeling disheartened; she no longer cared about Percival’s opinion of her. All she wanted was the Mrs. Dunraven position. “Why could Eulalia do it, but I can’t? Percy, it’s your choice now. Either engage to me and I save Eulalia, or just watch her bleed to death.” Percival’s eyes sharpened like a hawk’s: “Are you threatening me?” His menacing look was enough to make anyone’s legs wobble. Evadne forced herself to appear calm: “Percy, this isn’t a threat. You&rsq