"Ugh—"
Entering the room and unable to hold it back any longer, Du Juan quickly grabbed a spittoon, and Huang Wan'er clutched it as she retched violently.
She realized that her morning sickness was much more severe than it had been the previous days; if it continued like this, she wouldn't be able to keep it a secret any longer.
Moreover, today it seemed that Nan Batian had become suspicious.
Huang Wan'er held her chest, retching into the spittoon with great heaves, but her mind raced. Although she was mad, she wasn't foolish. Having attracted Nan Batian's attention today, she had been exposed, and if Nan Batian discovered there was another man's child in her womb—
Even as mad as she was, couldn't help but show a frightened expression.
She wasn't afraid of dying, but she was afraid something would happen to the child.
No, it couldn't be allowed to happen, she thought, struggling to suppress the urge to vomit and said to Du Juan,
"Du Juan."
"Madam."
