Chapter 155 Marcus, Come Out
"What?"
"Why are you having chicken soup if you're not pregnant? It's not cool to take stuff from a pregnant woman, right?"
"Can you even finish that huge pot?" Elodie thought Amara must be nuts to say something so dumb.
"Yeah, I can."
"What are you getting at?"
Amara didn't hold back. "Since it was made for me, it's best if I have it all, don't you think?"
"Fine," Elodie put down the bowl, her face tight with anger, "then you can keep it and take your time!"
With that, she stormed off.
Amara raised her eyebrows, feeling smug, glanced at the two bowls of soup on the table, sneered, and went back to her room without touching them.
"Why didn't you have the chicken soup?"
Amara had just woken up from a nap and yawned. "I suddenly didn't feel like it. Is there a problem?"
"You!"
"Elodie, please knock before barging into my room next time. You might scare the baby in my belly."
Elodie was speechless.
That night, Amara was chilling in the living room watching TV.
Elodie suggested she walk around the garden for the baby's sake, but she ignored it.
"Since you have so much free time, why don't you go buy me some cake? The one from the bakery on the west side of town is good."
Elodie glanced out the window; it was already dark.
Driving to the west side would take at least fifty minutes, nearly two hours round trip.
"At this hour, the bakery is probably closed. If you want cake, I'll have Mira make some at home for you."
Amara spoke slowly, "Can homemade cake be as good as the one from the bakery? That place closes at eleven. If you go now, you should still make it in time."
Elodie was, of course, unwilling. Going out at night to buy cake? Seriously?
"Do you think I want to eat it? It's the baby in my belly who wants it. If you don't go, I won't be able to sleep tonight, and if I don't sleep, your grandson will be uncomfortable. The doctor said I shouldn't get too emotional or stressed."
Elodie said, "I'll have the driver go. Or we can use a delivery service."
It wouldn't cost much.
Amara blinked. "But the baby in my belly says he wants the cake bought by his grandma. What should we do?"
Elodie was helpless.
"Forget it." Amara looked disappointed, "My stomach seems to be hurting again!"
"Fine!" Elodie gritted her teeth, her face twitching from the effort to hold back. "I'll go buy it!"
Then she angrily called the driver, "To the west side."
Amara smirked, "Lisa, bring me a plate of cherries. Mira, I heard you're good at cooking. I want some cake. Can you make some for me?"
Mira frowned. "But Elodie already went out to buy some."
"How long will that take? I want to eat now!"
"Then I'll call Elodie and tell her to come back."
Amara sneered. "No need to call. I want to try both homemade and store-bought."
Mira was silent.
Elodie's trip was a nightmare. It started pouring rain on the way, and the bakery was in a deep alley, requiring her to walk in and wait in line!
After finally buying the cake and returning, she found the living room dark. Lisa told her Amara had already eaten and gone upstairs to sleep half an hour ago.
Elodie was so mad she smashed the cake in her hand!
"Little brat!" She would deal with her sooner or later!
The next day, Amara said she had a poor appetite lately and wanted something flavorful.
Elodie made her chicken soup to nourish her body. But Amara took one sip and spat it out.
"What kind of soup is this? So oily. Is this for a pregnant woman? I said I wanted something flavorful, and this is what you call flavorful?"
Elodie watched as the soup she had spent all morning making was rejected, her temples throbbing. "It's chicken soup. It's good for the baby."
"Good for the baby but not for the pregnant woman, huh? Can't you see the thick layer of oil on top? It makes me nauseous just looking at it. How can I drink it?"
Elodie took a deep breath. "What do you want then?"
"How can you be so clueless? Do I have to teach you everything? Can't you skim off the oil? With your intelligence, I wonder how you've survived this long."
Amara's words were harsh and unkind.
Elodie had never been spoken to like this before and instantly became furious, standing up abruptly. "Clueless? Amara, don't push it!"
If Elodie had paid attention, she would have noticed that Amara's tone and words were almost identical to how Elodie had scolded Amara before.
That's right, Amara was taking revenge.
With the child that worth five hundred million dollars in her belly, even if she couldn't marry into a wealthy family, she could still use the child to get money from Elodie.
A hundred million dollars, at least, right?
With that much money, it didn't seem to matter whether she married Leopold or not.
After all, Leopold didn't like her anyway.
Since she wasn't marrying into a wealthy family, there was no need to please Elodie. So why not take revenge?
Amara said, "Stop yelling. I only asked you to skim the oil, not do anything else. If you're so unwilling, you can leave. I didn't ask you to stay. Just don't regret it if something happens to the baby in my belly."
Elodie silently repeated to herself to stay calm several times before finally calming down.
She started skimming the oil from the soup as Amara requested.
Elodie worked for half an hour, but in the end, Amara only had a few sips, making Elodie so angry she almost had a vertigo attack.
While Amara's side was chaotic, Camilla's life was peaceful.
In mid-June, she visited Aurora's home again.
The plants were easy to take care of, just needed some watering and weeding. Mainly, she wanted to see if Aurora's leg had improved.
Aurora said, "I think you chose the wrong major. You should have gone to medical school. You'd learn faster and better than those medical students!"
Camilla checked the area where Aurora had swelling last time and found it had subsided, almost back to normal, which reassured her.
"Alright, I'll take your suggestion seriously and consider it." Camilla nodded earnestly.
Aurora patted her and said jokingly, "I was kidding, and you took it seriously?"
Switching majors was something Camilla could actually do.
Just like Sebastian back then, who switched from biology to physics, despite the skepticism and ridicule from others, he still excelled.
No, he even did better!
Whatever geniuses wanted to do, they could succeed.
"Where's your latest hospital check-up report? Let me see," Camilla asked.
With long-term illness came medical knowledge. Having the patient Aurora around made her familiar with CT scans and blood test reports.
"Not bad. Although some indicators are still a bit high, most are normal. It seems you've been following orders and resting well."
The housekeeper, who was picking vegetables nearby, chimed in with a smile, "Of course! Whenever Aurora forgets to take her medicine, you call to remind her. She can't forget even if she wants to."
Aurora's face reddened. "Save me some face."
Seeing Aurora's embarrassed look, Camilla couldn't help but laugh. "Since this method works, we'll keep doing it."
Aurora didn't respond, coughed lightly, and quickly changed the subject. "By the way, let me introduce someone to you."
"Who?"
"Marcus, come out."
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