Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart
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Chapter 517: Chapter 517: Taking Bobby to School
“I just have a bit of anemia. It’s really not that big of a deal.” Enna Clark felt embarrassed; Baron Lawrence was being too exaggerated, even giving orders to make up for it.
Scott Harris rebutted seriously, “It’s not a fuss. Ms. Clark’s body is different than before; you must pay more attention to your health. Small details are the most likely to affect your health, as a housekeeper, it’s my job to help you take care of your body.”
“Fine.” He spoke so seriously that Enna couldn’t refute him and simply nodded, “I’ll try to eat more nutritious food.”
Scott’s mouth curled up slightly, “It’s great that Ms. Clark thinks this way.”
She had no choice but to worry about what they were fussing over.
Enna pulled out a chair and sat down. As Scott had said, the table was full of a variety of nutritious foods for breakfast. There were eggs – egg custard, boiled eggs, and sunny side up eggs for her to choose from. In addition to eggs, there was chicken soup and even pork liver porridge to nourish her blood.
Just looking at all of these things made her feel full.
Tobias kept piling food into her bowl and even shared his morning glass of milk with her, “You can get nutrition from drinking milk too. Drink a glass after you finish the chicken soup.”
The taste of chicken soup mixed with milk… Enna felt a bit nauseous. Her face changed and she covered her mouth, quickly running to the bathroom to dry heave…
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Tobias was startled and looked at Scott in confusion.
Scott calmly reassured him, “Young Master, this is a normal reaction for pregnant women. Ms. Clark will be fine.”
“Is this how all women are when they’re pregnant?”
“Yes.”
He frowned and made up his mind, “Then this will be the last one.” He didn’t want to see the woman of his family suffer like this.
Feeling both amused and distressed, Scott thought that whether or not to have another child should be up to Ms. Clark and the Lord. “Um…”
“Anyway, I don’t want the woman in my family to go through this.”
Scott didn’t respond and chose not to participate in the conversation.
Enna was dry heaving out of habit, but once that passed, she felt better. She rinsed and brushed her teeth before returning to the table, “I’m sorry, let’s eat.”
“Alright, eat.” Tobias took back his milk and put on a grown-up demeanor, but with a childish tone, “I’ve decided that you shouldn’t drink milk. Just have some chicken soup.”
“Okay.” Enna’s face was still a little pale, but she looked relaxed. Despite not having much of an appetite, she picked up the egg custard and scooped it with her spoon. She had to eat more for the baby’s sake.
As she ate, Tobias felt relieved and started eating breakfast too.
Twenty minutes later, Enna put down her spoon.
Bobby, acting like a little aristocrat, wiped his mouth and jumped down from his chair, putting on his little backpack.
Scott, who had just received a phone call, came over looking apologetic, “Ms. Clark, can you help me take the Young Master to school? I have a sudden emergency to deal with and won’t have time to take him.”
“Of course, no problem. I was going to the company anyway.” She was only in the early stages of pregnancy and didn’t want to lie around at home all day. She wanted to take the opportunity to learn from Baron Lawrence and then find time to take the adult college entrance examination.
Scott breathed a sigh of relief, “That’s great.”
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