Enna Clark was still holding an apple, ready to peel it for Old Master Lawrence. But as soon as she heard those words, the apple in her hand fell to the ground.
Her lips trembled slightly, as if desperately trying to suppress her emotions, but she couldn't quite control them, "Grandpa... what did you just say?"
"You've been resting well lately?" Old Master Lawrence didn't understand why she reacted so strongly to his words.
Enna Clark's lips quivered, her hand gripping the fabric of her pants on her knees, trying hard to remain calm, "No, Grandpa, the next sentence."
"Next sentence?"
Old Master Lawrence noticed her hands on her knees and saw the veins standing out on the back of her hand, a hint of speculation in his wise eyes, "Didn't Baron tell you about your pregnancy?"
Didn't Baron tell you about your pregnancy?
The conclusive words hit her heart like a heavy blow.
Enna Clark's heartstrings were in turmoil, and her eyes became flustered.
Was she pregnant?
