Chapter 1165
Chapter 1165:
With both Anika and Annabel having devoted fiancés, Annabel felt truly content.
However, Annabel’s attention shifted to a more pressing concern. In a hushed voice, she asked, “How has your future mother-in-law been treating you lately? Has she done anything to upset you p>
Annabel knew Marcel’s mother—Anika’s future mother-in-law—didn’t think highly of Anika. In the past, Katie often wore a sour expression around her, and it was obvious she was dissatisfied.
Marcel had spoken to his mother many times, trying to persuade her to treat Anika better, but she refused to listen. All he could do was comfort Anika in private afterward and explain that his mother didn’t truly mean to hurt her.
After a brief pause, Anika replied, “It’s neither good nor bad p>
Now that she was pregnant, Katie had been much more polite for the sake of her grandchild, though she still made things difficult from time to time.
As they spoke, someone knocked on the door.
“Anika, are you awake?” Katie’s voice sounded from outside.
Anika instinctively covered the receiver and whispered, “I have to hang up now. Marcel’s mother is here p>
With that, Anika ended the call and slipped into her slippers before going to answer the door.
“What is it?” Anika asked softly.
Seeing how pale and gaunt Anika looked, Katie immediately grew anxious—less for Anika, and more for the baby.
She turned and took a bowl of chicken soup from the nanny. Frowning, she said, “I had the chef make this chicken soup for you. I heard you’ve had morning sickness these past few days. Drink more soup to strengthen your body, or the baby won’t get enough nutrients p>
The rich aroma of the soup made Anika’s stomach churn.
She instinctively grimaced, clamped her mouth shut, and turned away, struggling to suppress the urge to vomit.
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“I had the chef simmer this soup for hours. Everyone else says it smells good. Why does it make you nauseous?” Katie demanded.
Worried about the baby, she pressed on, her tone sharp with impatience. “Is your body really that delicate? Plenty of pregnant women are out there, and none of them react to smells the way you do p>
Katie was worried Anika wasn’t getting enough nutrition for her unborn grandson, and she wanted to make sure Anika ate properly.
Hearing the disapproval in Katie’s tone, Anika silently turned away, fighting down the nausea. She knitted her brows and said, “I’ve been sensitive to certain smells lately. It’s not your fault. Thank you for the soup p>
“In that case, drink some when you feel up to it. Remember, the baby in your belly is what matters most.” Katie scowled as she added, “I bought the finest chicken. It shouldn’t go to waste p>
Katie harbored resentment toward Anika and disliked everything about her. No matter what Anika did, Katie always felt as if Anika was working against her.
“Okay, I’ll drink it later,” Anika finally agreed, taking the bowl of chicken soup from Katie.
However, the moment the smell reached her again, nausea surged. Her face turned even paler, her body trembled, and the bowl slipped—chicken soup spilling onto the floor.