The Old Madam widened her eyes, "Morning sickness, huh? Young people these days don't even realize they're pregnant?" Abigail Hemsworth was stunned for a long time and finally shook her head, "No..."
The Old Madam frowned slightly, took Abigail's arm, and placed her fingers on it.
"I've worked as a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner all my life, given birth to six children, and my sons and daughters have given me more than a dozen grandsons and granddaughters. I've diagnosed so many pregnant women, if I misjudged even this simple thing, my entire career would have been for nothing... Isn't this the pulse of pregnancy? It's only forty-something days, but your symptoms are early."
Abigail felt somewhat dazed again, placing her hand on her flat abdomen.
Pregnant...
Her whole being seemed lost.
Why... does everything have to happen today...
The baby...
The Old Madam had seen numerous reactions from expectant mothers upon learning of their pregnancy.
