Chapter 1280 Failed Pregnancy
"Wait a moment!" Azalea called out.
Cecilia stopped and turned to look at Azalea, wondering what else she might need.
Azalea quickly instructed the butler, Finn, "Get someone to buy the best pregnancy test kit. Only the best will give an accurate result!"
"Get it," Finn nodded and hurried off to relay the order.
Azalea then glanced at Cecilia, her eyes focusing on Cecilia's belly. "Sit down," she said.
"Okay," Cecilia replied, taking a seat on a single sofa.
Azalea turned to Finn again, "Have the kitchen prepare some chicken soup with those rare herbs I brought back from Nyxonia. Cecilia needs to be nourished."
"Yes, ma'am," Finn responded and went to carry out the instructions.
As they waited for the pregnancy test kit, the atmosphere in the living room grew tense. Cecilia was very anxious, and so was Azalea. The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
A few minutes later, a servant returned, out of breath, with the pregnancy test kit.
"Quick, go to the bathroom and try it," Azalea urged.
Cecilia's hands trembled as she took it. "Okay, Mom," she said, heading upstairs.
After a while, Cecilia came back down to find Azalea pacing the living room.
Azalea rushed over, "Well? Are you pregnant?"
Seeing Azalea's anxious expression, Cecilia tightened her grip on the test kit.
"Speak up!" Azalea demanded, snatching it from Cecilia's hand.
After examining it closely, Azalea frowned, "What does this mean?"
Cecilia, looking dejected, said, "Mom, I'm not pregnant."
Azalea paused, her face darkening.
Seeing this, Cecilia felt even more disheartened and began to tremble.
Azalea threw the test kit to the ground in frustration, "Didn't you say your period is always on time? How could it be a week late this time?"
"I... I might have been too stressed, so it came late," Cecilia stammered.
Cecilia had been hopeful this time because her period was usually punctual. She was convinced she was pregnant, but the test result was negative.
"Your stress made me worry to death! I thought I was finally going to have a grandchild!" Azalea fumed.
"I'm sorry, Mom," Cecilia said, lowering her head.
"Fine, don't get my hopes up like this again. It looks like there's no chance this month. Keep trying next month!" Azalea snapped.
"Got it," Cecilia muttered, avoiding eye contact.
Azalea gave Cecilia a sharp look. "What are you standing around for? Go wash Daryl's clothes. Today, you and the servants need to change all bedding upstairs and downstairs. Make sure my hand-embroidered bedding is washed carefully. It's very expensive, don't ruin it!"
"Okay," Cecilia replied and hurried off to get to work.
After Cecilia left, Azalea continued to grumble, "What a waste of excitement!"
That evening, when Daryl opened the bedroom door, he saw Cecilia in her pajamas, sitting at the vanity, looking despondent.
Daryl walked over and placed his hands on her shoulders, looking at her reflection in the mirror. "What's wrong?"
Cecilia glanced at him in the mirror, her face full of worry. "I didn't get pregnant this month."
Daryl quickly comforted her, "You think getting pregnant is that easy? Everything has to align perfectly. We're still young; we'll have kids eventually."
"But Mom is so disappointed and upset. I thought for sure I was pregnant since my period was a week late. But the test was negative, and it was all for nothing!" Cecilia said, frowning.
"It's my fault. Don't worry, I'll talk to Mom," Daryl said gently.
Cecilia turned and hugged Daryl's waist. "But I'm so disappointed myself."
"We'll have plenty of chances. Don't be sad," Daryl said, patting her shoulder.
"Yeah, being sad won't help. Sigh," Cecilia sighed, grabbing a towel and heading to the bathroom.
"Shower?" Daryl asked.
"Yep," Cecilia replied, already halfway to the bathroom.
"Do you still want to make love tonight?" Daryl continued.
Cecilia stopped in her tracks, then turned and glared at Daryl. "Can you not bring that up?"
"Okay, I won't. When should we try again?" Daryl teased.
"Next month," Cecilia huffed, turning and entering the bathroom.
As the sound of running water filled the room, Daryl sat on the bed, running a hand through his hair, his brow furrowed.
Several months passed with no news of a pregnancy. Azalea's mood became increasingly unpleasant.
One morning, Azalea exploded over a minor issue.
"Look at what you've done to my sheets! I told you they were silk and needed special detergent. Now they're ruined!" Azalea threw the faded silk sheets onto the sofa, her face twisted with anger.
Seeing Azalea's furious expression, Cecilia was terrified and quickly bowed her head. "Mom, I forgot to tell the laundry worker. It's my fault. I'll go to the mall this afternoon and buy you a new set of silk sheets."
Cecilia had been so anxious about not getting pregnant that she forgot to instruct the laundry worker to use the special detergent for Azalea's sheets, resulting in them being ruined. She was incredibly nervous, knowing she was in for a scolding.
Azalea glared at Cecilia, her voice icy. "If I could buy them at Maple Valley, do you think I'd be this angry? Those sheets were a gift from your father for our thirtieth wedding anniversary, bought during our trip to Euronia!"
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