Summer Ford stood stiffly, her mind slightly lost.
Esther Shaw had specifically talked with her about the child that day.
From her tone at the time, Summer Ford thought she was only making a suggestion, not expecting her to take it seriously.
She even stopped her from eating foods that might affect conception...
Ethan Laurent sat lazily on the sofa, his legs casually crossed in a relaxed posture. Compared to Summer Ford's resistance, he had been very cooperative from beginning to end.
"Mom specifically had someone brew it, several hours' worth of work!" He glanced sideways at the pile of food on the table, reminding her.
Summer Ford shot him a glare before sitting back down.
Esther Shaw had prepared some potent tonics, high-quality traditional medicinal herbs, their aroma very strong.
Summer Ford actually didn't like traditional medicine much, but with so much already delivered, she held her breath and drank it bowl by bowl.
