《My Toxic Trait Is Being Fat》全部章節：第 71 章 - 第 80 章

### SincerelyThe sloshing sound of soapy water in the heavy tin bucket echoed rhythmically down the empty grand hallway.Every drag of the damp mop sent a searing pulse of pain straight up my legs. The blistering skin on my calves, scalded by the hot butter sauce, pulled and throbbed violently against the coarse fabric of my gray linen dress. Sweat beaded at my temples, but I kept my rhythm steady.Heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed on the polished marble floor behind me."Scrub those decorated tiles thoroughly, Sincerely," Bianca’s sharp voice barked out, dripping with condescension. "I want every single inch sanitized before my guest steps foot inside. If I spot so much as a speck of dust, you will throw out that water and do the entire hallway all over again."I squeezed the handle of the mop until my knuckles turned white, looking down at the spotless, gold-inlaid floor. Clean thoroughly? The tiles were already so clean you could see your reflection in them. She wasn't givin

### Sincerely"Roland?" I whispered, my brow furrowing in confusion."Shhh," he breathed, pressing a single finger against his lips.He stepped fully into the dim room, his tall frame catching the faint yellow light of my lamp. Without taking his eyes off me, he reached behind his back and pushed the heavy wooden door shut, the latch dropping silently into place.I lowered the lamp slightly, my eyes narrowing as I stared at him through the dim, amber light. "What are you doing here, Roland? Do you have any idea what time it is?"My voice was sharp, laced with an immediate, defensive edge, but Roland didn't flinch. Instead, he took another quiet step closer into the small space, his gaze softening as he looked at me standing there in my filthy, damp gray dress.It was only as he stepped into the light that my eyes flicked down to his right hand.He was holding a small amber glass jar.Before I could ask another question, Roland stretched his hand forward, offering the jar to me

### SincerelyThe air in the tiny pantry turned sharp and still. The doubt that had been gnawing at my mind just moments ago vanished, instantly replaced by a razor-sharp, crystalline focus."Are you certain of this?" I asked, my voice dropping into a dangerous, deadly quiet. "This isn't just kitchen gossip?""I am certain," Nora breathed, her dark eyes wide with the remembered terror of that night. "A few nights ago, long after midnight, I was collecting late laundry near the grand staircase when I heard frantic voices under the stone arches, it was Lady Bianca and Tessa."My jaw tightened at the mention of my former maid's name."They were whispering in the dark," Nora continued, her voice trembling. "Lady Bianca was panicked because you had demanded the Capital Board verify her pregnancy before the Elders. She actually wanted to fake a miscarriage right then and there, but Tessa stopped her. Tessa told her that Dr. Vance’s senior apprentice had a contact on the Capital's lab t

### Bianca "Bianca!" Mother’s sharp voice pierced through the sudden, suffocating ringing in my ears.She dropped to her knees beside the bed, her face draining of color as another savage wave of cramps ripped through my lower abdomen. The pain wasn't just sharp, it was relentless, a continuous, burning contraction that felt like hot wires twisting inside my gut."What is happening? Speak to me!" Mother pleaded, her hands hovering over me in absolute panic. "Where does it hurt?""My... my stomach," I wheezed, my nails digging deep into the plush velvet mattress as cold sweat broke out across my forehead. "Mother, it feels... like my inside is tearing apart—"A wave of intense, blinding nausea surged up my throat before I could finish the sentence. I shoved Mother aside with frantic strength, scrambled to the edge of the bed, and retched violently into the porcelain washbasin sitting on the nightstand.The hot, bitter liquid poured from my mouth, reeking heavily of crushed herbs

### SincerelyBianca’s breath hitched. Her brow furrowed in sudden, uneasy confusion. "What the hell are you talking about? How is that any different from regular tea?""It is different, dear sister, because rooibos is a red bush tea traditionally used by pregnant women.""What?""You heard me correctly."I leaned down, lowering my posture until my face was mere inches from hers. The air between us turned icy and thin. A cold, terrifying intensity radiated from my gaze, locking her in place like a predator pinning down its prey."So do you have any idea what pure, undiluted rooibos does to a woman who isn't pregnant when she drinks it on an empty stomach?" I whispered, my voice a dark, menacing purr meant for her ears alone. "It gradually eats you up and eventually makes you infertile. This agonizing pain tearing through your midsection right now? It will eat you up from the inside, burning through your body until you are no longer fit to ever carry a child."Bianca’s pupils