lody Thorne squinted at the ti, still feeling very sleepy, "What ti is it now?"
She clearly felt like she had just laid down, how could ti pass so quickly?
"You’ve already slept for two hours. If you keep sleeping like this, the baby inside will starve. Sleep more tonight, but get up and eat sothing now," Jared Quinn picked her up and walked outside.
In the living room, a man was sitting there. Leon Rivers glanced at them and clicked his tongue, then lowered his head and drank the soup placed on the table, speaking while drinking, "Jared, I didn’t expect the soup you made would be so delicious."
It’s indistinguishable from the Seymour Family’s chef’s cooking,
Jared Quinn glanced at the soup Leon Rivers was holding, put lody Thorne down, and turned to the kitchen, then brought out the food he had prepared himself. Leon Rivers was drinking the soup prepared by the Seymour Family.
"Wow, there’s more? If I’d known, I wouldn’t have drunk so much of the nourishing soup."
lody Thorne chuckled lightly, unable to resist reminding him, "Leon Rivers, what you just drank was sent by the Seymour Family, not made by Jared Quinn."
Leon Rivers "..." Damn, he drank it all and now he’s feeling a bit stuffed.
"Full, right?" Jared Quinn’s gaze swept over him, "If you’re full, you can leave."
In other words, don’t disturb them while they eat.
Leon Rivers looked disgruntled, "I’m not leaving."
No matter what, he was determined to taste Jared Quinn’s cooking today, figuring even the old man hadn’t tried it yet.
Jared Quinn occasionally fed lody Thorne a bite, and they would occasionally sneak a kiss.
Opposite them, Leon Rivers got goosebumps all over, thinking, "Can they not be so lovey-dovey? It’s too much for ."
When lody Thorne was almost done eating, Jared Quinn began to eat. In his eyes, lody Thorne and the baby were the most important.
"I want to eat too," Leon Rivers took the opportunity when Jared Quinn wasn’t watching and quickly reached over with his chopsticks to grab so food.
"Leon Rivers, really?" lody Thorne couldn’t help but laugh.
"Why not? lody, you can eat every day if you want. If I miss the chance, I might have to wait a lifeti," Leon Rivers said hurriedly, then ate a few more bites.
Suddenly his face turned black, and then his whole face twisted up, beads of sweat appearing visibly on his forehead.
"Leon Rivers," lody Thorne stood up and looked at him, "What’s wrong?"
"Stomach, stomach, pain," Leon Rivers fell off the stool onto the floor, a grown man clutching his stomach in great agony.
Jared Quinn’s eyes first turned to lody Thorne’s belly, "Are you okay?"
"I’m fine," lody Thorne felt nothing.
The food in the fridge was prepared by Harold Chapman, so no accidents should occur, and it was cooked personally by Jared Quinn, so it shouldn’t cause this kind of accident.
"Doctor, call a doctor quickly," lody Thorne shouted towards the door, already drenched in cold sweat, her gaze falling on the soup Leon Rivers had just drunk.
If she’s not mistaken, this was ant for her.
Leon Rivers himself was a doctor, yet he couldn’t treat himself. The doctor gave him a painkiller injection, temporarily stabilizing his pain.
"Miss, you should be cautious. He drank dication that can cause a miscarriage," the doctor showed little expression, as this kind of thing wasn’t uncommon in the Seymour Family.
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